#even tho he texted right back when i first woke up

[hauntedwoman]

my cramps are so fucking bad i want to explode

[nova2kss]

No chill

Plug!Connie x black reader

Ever since you and Connie first had sex, he’s had NO chill.Connie didn’t necessarily do anything for you to block him, he only gave you the best dick and aftercare of your life and damn near had you in love with him.

That’s why he absolutely HAD to be blocked otherwise you would’ve probably be impregnated with his seed right now! Per your request.

You knew Connie had been trying to get in contact with you from the various text now numbers that have swarmed your phone since the morning he woke up expecting to see you on his bed side, only for him to wake up to you long gone with no way of contacting you.

His first instinct that morning was to text your mutual friend Sasha and figure out what the fuck was going on, there was absolutely no way in hell you were about to give him some heavenly pussy and then block him on everything including TikTok.

Connie had to find a way to see you and if you weren’t going to face him like the grown woman you claim you are he would have to come up with a way to make you see him.

You sprayed your face with the urban decay all nighter setting spray, the night you were about to have with your friends Sasha and Mikasa you needed your makeup on all damn night!

Just finished flat ironing that all black 30 inch buss down, applying gloss, and blinking the FUCK out your mink eyelashes, you felt unstoppable right now.

The outfit you wore was basic, but the face made up for it, besides according to Sasha she was just throwing a small kickback with a few familiar friends EXCLUDING Connie.

You had to make sure the excluding Connie was very much mentioned when she pitched the idea, and she promised you that he wouldn’t be there even tho she had no idea why you don’t want him around you anyway.

You couldn’t tell her cause it would be far to embarrassing to say “I can’t be around him because the dick is toooo good and I’m gonna become an obsessed dickmatized slut if I keep talking to him”

Not that it was any of their business anyway.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts you got a text from your group chat

“Y/nnnnn we’re outsideeee”

Getting up so excitedly after not being out the house for so long, it felt nice to finally get out the house and even it was for just for a few moments.

Walking out of your apartment doors you spot Sasha’s blacked out kia k5, sash in the passenger since Mika didn’t drink she would’ve been the designated driver.

Hopping in the car happy as fuck! To see your girls after a long time, when you got in reaching up to the front to give them hugs you noticed the opened Don Julio and Hennessy bottles sitting under Sasha feet.

“Damn bitch you started without me?”laughing as she was already bending down to pass you one of the bottles

“I’m sorry pookie I couldn’t wait, you know I wasn’t gone leave you hanging tho” sash responded laughing obviously tipsy

Taking your sip twisting your face as the burning sensation hit the back of your throat, it was never a feeling you could get used to.

The effects you loved tho.

Mikasa driving while west district by party next door played had you zoned out and before you knew it you were outside of Sasha’s big ass house

Multiple cars parked around the block, and at this point you were confused cause it was supposed to be a small kick back??

“Umm Sasha this is a big ass party” you could literally even see people splashing around in the pool.

“It was supposed to fucking be” she said visibly upset

She seemed to have sobered up seeing all these people here, it was evident that she didn’t know all these people were gonna be here.

She immediately got up and stormed inside looking to see where would yall friend group be since somebody in there had to be the culprit that told one to many mofucking people, and of course you and Mika stormed right behind her cause who was running they mouth like that.

as soon as y’all spotted yall group you all stormed over there

Until you spotted a familiar face that had you stopping in your tracks.

Upon Sasha running up to the corner the resided in heads turned toward her, seeing Sasha Connie instantly turned his head past her looking for you.

And he seen you, frozen and confused, his eyes seemed to have darken looking at you, and you didn’t know what thoughts ran through his head you just know they weren’t good ones.

Slipping past an upset Sasha making his way towards you his brown eyes locked on yours.

You don’t know why you didn’t move, walk away, or just leave.

Part of you wanted to see him yes possibly for an apology maybe but the other part really didn’t, I mean there was a reason you blocked him right?

His hand touched yours bringing you out of your thoughts, you weren’t scared just confused because why is he not mad at you?

“Hi..?” The tone of confusion is very evident on your voice

Connie didn’t respond with words, instead he quickly wrapped his hand around your neck bringing you face to face.

“Why’d you block me y/n”

You were to stunned and turned on to speak, his grip tightened around your neck making you whimper and close your eyes

“You don’t wanna speak baby? Mhm k” he let go of your neck and grabbed your hand leading you to the steps of the home

The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as You could only imagine what he was about to do to you.

“Mmph mmphhhhh”

The squelching as Connie fucking your throat was absolutely disgusting.

His hands resided on the sides of your face roughly thrusting into your mouth as you sat in front of him on your knees, spit dripping down his shaft and down your chin.

“Ouuu fuck ma” Connie hisses

“You don’t wanna tell me why? Ima just have to fuck it out of you baby”

He gripped your hair, pulling you away from his dick, gasping for air as you came up.

With one hand on your hair and the other resting below your chin he looked down at you

“Open your mouth” complying with no further complaints Connie spat directly on to your tongue not letting you swallow before sticking his fingers down your mouth.

Pushing you backward onto the bed he sat on his knees, grabbing your thighs before licking a long stripe up to your clit.

The moan you let out was audible, your skirt still on thong to the side as Connie constantly lapped up on your juices.

The fingers that were previously in your mouth began to rub ferociously at your clit while he tongue fucked you.

You Tried to push his head away, an unsuccessful attempt to get away from the brutal pleasure you were receiving

It was all to much

“Co-con pleaseee, oh myyy FUCKKK”

The orgasm washed over you quicker than you anticipated it to.

Your juices rushing out against his face as he desperately tried to suck up every last drop, while rubbing against your clit with his four fingers.

It was all to much and you felt like you seriously couldn’t take it, not when even after you squirted all on his face he still was licking your soaked slit.

“Mmphhh”, his long arms wrapped around your thighs as you tried to run as he kept his face nuzzled into your pussy.

“Stop trynna run from me mama” his arms had your legs on lock you couldn’t move

“He gave your sensitive bud one last lick before he came up gripping your neck pulling you in for the sloppiest kiss.

“Vas a decirme por qué me bloqueaste, incluso si tengo que joderte, bebé”

You had no idea what he just said, but to be honest you don’t really care with the way he had your ankles resting on his shoulders, just watching him stroke his thick veiny shaft.

His reddened tip had pre cum leaking out of it

He took his thumb and wiped some of it sticking his thumb in your mouth making you moan at the salty taste

“You so wet for me mama” he moaned sliding his tip up your slit

The gasp you both let out as he slipped inside of you was universal

He laid his head by yours as you wrapped your legs and arms around

Moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your warm walls

The feeling was so so good it had you moaning at the thought of just getting fucked by him.

“Connie m-move please baby”

He followed your command slowly pushing more in groaning slightly

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

“Mhm hmmm” you answered so quickly shaking your head

“No y/n I told you this last time” he said grabbing your chin lightly slapping your face “do you want me to fuck you?” The whine you let out was so desperate.

He was so sexy being this dominant

“Yes Connie please fuck me”

His thrust sped up immediately

Your neck was his hands resting place as he fucked into you

You felt so good right now his moans in sync with yours

In fact everything was in sync

The rhythm of everything matched together perfect like a puzzle piece

His hot heavy breathing in your air had you feral

“Oh my fu… Connie you’re so deeppp”

You swear you felt him in your brainnnnn, this is why you couldn’t keep talking to this man he was hitting it so right.

“Where you feel me at baby”

You couldn’t respond, not with the way he was fucking on you

“Y/n talk to me” he wanted you to speak cause he had a lot of things to question you about.

“Con I can’t” you cried out, eyes shut legs shaking, and your orgasm nearing

“Oh yes you can mama, if You can tell me you can’t you can tell me where you feel this dick y/n”

You moaned, he was talking to you so nasty and you loved it

“I feel it baby” you whined in response

“right here” your hand lightly rested on the bottom of your stomach

His hand reach down pressing onto your lower abdomen making your mouth form an O shape

“Oh shit connieee fuck”

“Mhmm I know mami, I know”

The pressure, combined with his slow sloppy strokes had you about to come.

“Connie I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I’m gonna cum”

The words were rushing out of your mouth quicker than you can think.

“Cum for me baby, cum on this dick baby”

And that you did with a long drawn out moan you were squirting and creaming all over his throbbing dick.

“Oh fuck ma” his thrust were slowing down trying not to nut with you

“Intentas volverme loco en este coño y dejarte embarazada, ¿eh?”

He pulled out slowly rubbing against your slit

“Turn around and get on all fours”

“Connie.” You puffed out of breath

“Nah turn around, you still gotta tell me why you blocked me mama.”

AHHHH I need him so bad

Did y’all like it? And as always not proof read

The first ep of influencer island is coming….once I start writing it 🙂‍↕️

[spideyhexx]

oct. 1st - on trial

ModernLawStudent!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

mdni! cw; cunnilingus (yeah that's it ) wc; 2.6k

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a/n; enjoy the first day of kinktober :) also the title does not make sense cause the plot changed mid-writing but i like the title so nobody speak on it

Coriolanus lets out a big sigh as the hot shower water cascades down his body. 

If he could, he would erase the day from his memory. He woke up late, which means you woke up late, and both of you scrambled to get ready for your respective morning classes. You handled that easier, but Coriolanus was brimming with anxiety over the mere notion he might be late to class. 

He sat through his first one of the day, hoping to dear god his stomach wouldn’t rumble too loudly since he did not have time to have a decent breakfast. All he ate was half a granola bar while walking to class and he learned very quickly it was not enough to satisfy him for even thirty minutes. 

After the class, he treated himself to a breakfast sandwich from the campus’ best cafeteria. One plus of the day. But then his second class had a pop quiz. Which he promptly almost failed. Close enough to failing that he had to ignore your texts about something he can’t remember now. 

He went to the library after to decompress. Coriolanus decompressed, however, by reading yet another book for his psych class which had a midterm coming up. He needed five sources and he was running thin, and the book his professor suggested to him was so long, he wanted to say some choice words in an email, but he held back. 

He was a speedy reader anyway, it wouldn’t be so bad. 

But it is bad. Coriolanus has to reread every other sentence because of the way this apparent academic scholar writes. He usually would pride himself on being able to handle some of the densest texts, but none of this was getting through to him. 

To make matters worse, his grandmother kept him on the phone for an hour. Yes, an hour. She could not figure out her login for something and Coriolanus, being the ever so gracious grandson that he is, spent the time helping her, but by the time he hung up, he wanted to rip his hair out. 

So yeah, the shower was good. Really fucking good. He pays attention to the time though, not wanting to take too long and use up all the hot water before you come home. 

Coriolanus does the basics. He washes his body, rubbing every spot he can as if it will wipe the day clean. Give him a refresh. No shampoo today, since he cleaned his hair yesterday, but he does wet it, smoothing his hands back against his wettened curls so it’s out of his eyes. 

He turns the shower off and grabs the towel hanging on the hook, drying off a bit of his chest, ruffling it in his hair, then he wraps it around his waist, stepping onto the bathmat in front of the sink mirror. 

With a washcloth, Coriolanus wipes the steam from the mirror, then opens the right side drawer of the counter to take out his skincare. 

He almost feels a bit of relaxed excitement in the tips of his fingers that he’s finally at the end of his day. Like all is well and soon you’ll be home, and he can cuddle up with you and listen to you ramble about whatever show you’ve been watching. He never tells you how much he loves that, but he’s sure you know. 

Coriolanus clips the front curls of his hair back so they don’t get in his face, opting for the soft pink ones that you compliment all the time. 

Right as he grabs his cleanser, he hears the front door open and close shut. He smiles at himself in the mirror, rinsing his hands in the sink. 

He can hear a muffled groan from you, then the sound of a cabinet closing a bit louder than it should be. 

Coriolanus already opens his mouth to speak right when there are three incessant knocks on the bathroom door, “Are you-,” he cuts himself off, “Come in.”

The door opens, revealing an exasperated-looking you, rivaling Coriolanus’ freshly showered ease. He raises his brow, “What? What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t get those cookies I asked you to pick up,” you say, and in any other circumstance, he might laugh at the statement, since it sounded so minuscule, but the look on your face told him to keep that in. 

“You asked me to get cookies?”

You roll your eyes, “I texted you like three times if you could pick them up for me.”

Oh. The texts he ignored. He gives a sheepish smile, “Oh, I’m sorry, I just had a bad day and-”

“Yeah, so did I, but you can’t ignore my texts, Coriolanus, even if you couldn’t go to the store or whatever, I would’ve appreciated you responding or something.”

He nods. But his face returns to its blank slate which he could tell annoyed you. “What happened?”

You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face as you lean against the doorway. He can tell you’re trying not to look at his stomach and his cheeks heat up at the thought of that. 

“It’s not worth it, just a shitty day and you always do this. You always ignore my texts when I’m asking for something.”

“I didn’t open the text, I didn’t know,” Coriolanus says, his voice more soft than defensive, but you take it that way. How could you not? You’re already so worked up from your day. You feel bad he also had a not-so-kind day, but you can say full-heartedly that you would text him back regardless if the day was going bad. 

Coriolanus was a good boyfriend, but he was also an awful texter. 

“You should have opened it,” you tell him and he nods, fingers fiddling with the edge of his towel at his hip. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose to entice you or if he’s just nervous. 

“Are you gonna tell me what happened? Besides the waking up late thing.” Coriolanus raises his brow at you, and your eyes dart to the pink clips in his hair. 

“Ran into Festus,” you mutter and it earns a scoff from Coriolanus. That vapid human was the bane of his existence and your ex rolled into one. He couldn’t believe you even dated a guy like that. Coriolanus was sure you were joking when you told him that Festus was an ex. You were not. 

“Vague,” he calls you out for how short your explanation is, and he wants to hear the details so bad. He knows you’ll never go back to him, so the little blip of jealousy in the pit of his stomach is only there for a few seconds before it vanishes. But Festus had to have said something to you for you to deem your entire day as, ‘shitty.’ 

Coriolanus can tell you don’t want to talk about it. So as the silence lingers on in the still-hot bathroom from his shower, he lets out his own sigh. He reaches for your wrist, which you reluctantly let him take. 

“I really wanted those cookies,” you mumble, as he pulls you closer, until your back against the bathroom counter next to him. 

“I’ll go out and get them,” he says, his thumb rubbing circles to your inner wrist, sending a bit of heat into your skin. 

His words make you stiffen a little and you study his face with a furrowed brow, “You hate going out after your showers.”

He replies immediately, “I do,” and his voice comes out more like a whisper. Your hand is brought to his side, and you naturally caress your fingertips to his stomach, feeling the bit of muscle there, just as his head dips down to kiss the side of your neck. 

“Thank you, then,” you whisper back, although you don’t need to. It’s just the two of you in this apartment. In this bathroom. The warmth from his shower starting to get to you. Coriolanus raises his head back and looks over your face. He’s contemplating. You know the look well. 

But you can only watch it for a few seconds because he’s made a decision. Unceremoniously, Coriolanus kneels on the tiled ground in front of you, head tilted up to see your face. His nose twitches and he grabs his discarded pants, putting them under his knees so they don’t get uncomfortable. 

“What’re you doing?” You could take a guess, but with Coriolanus, sometimes your guesses were always more fun than what he had in store. 

His eyes lock to the space between your legs, then back up at you.

Nevermind. What he had in store sounds fun as fuck. 

Coriolanus’ hands touch your knees, then slowly caress their way up to the top of your thighs, “Yes?” 

He is not sure what’s compelled him to do this, seeing as he’s never eaten you out in this way before. Maybe it was your annoyance. Maybe it sparked something in him he did not want to admit to. Maybe it’s the fact you were staring at his mostly naked figure and he wanted you to join him on that front. It’s mostly the annoyance. 

You nod, “Yeah,” and his fingers, shaky yet quickly, undo the button and zipper of your pants. 

He tugs them down, then remembers your shoes. With a curse under his breath, Coriolanus unties your sneakers and takes them off you, tugging your pants off the rest of the way, then trailing his hands back up your legs. 

You rest back against the counter, both hands against the cool stone of it as his breath hits your inner thigh. 

No matter how much it stirs a giddy feeling in him, Coriolanus can’t take his eyes off of your face as he leaves the softest of kisses on your thigh. He’s been between your legs so many times, but every time feels like he’s discovering some new part of you, like there must be an area of your skin he hasn’t touched, that’s begging for his lips to grace it. Your breath is hitching andyour hand rests on his head. 

He nuzzles his head against your other thigh as his teeth graze the skin right at the edge of your underwear.  

The exhale you let out causes tingles to spread throughout his body, “too slow?” 

“No,” you tell him, your fingers lightly threading into his semi-wet hair. Coryo flattens his tongue on the skin of your inner thigh, licking up to the edge of your panties. He skims his tongue along the line until he gets to your hip. A small kiss lands on it, and you let out a breathy chuckle, “Maybe a little too slow.”

He smiles, tracing his tongue back down to the dip of your thigh, and feels you tighten your hand to his hair. 

“Maybe we should-oh.”

You’re cut off by the press of his nose over the cotton of your panties, his tongue flicking out to lick against the cloth as his hands rub to your hips, toying with the waistband. 

“Mhm,” he replies, rubbing his nose against you at a slow, languid pace, the smell of you enticing him, he curses silently at himself for not doing this for you recently. 

“Coryo,” you breathe out, and he mumbles an apology that makes you laugh. 

“What? No, no sorry, this is…oh my god,” your voice trails off as he presses a wet kiss right over where your clit is. 

Not able to keep this going much longer, Coriolanus tugs your underwear down, letting you kick them off, and he gives you no time to say anything. He buries his nose into you, groaning at the wetness you’ve accumulated from all of his previous actions. 

Both of your hands find his hair, messing up the clips that are still there, but not knocking them out. His eyes watch you, hooded and dazed from the taste of you. The way his tongue teases your entrance, dipping in for only a second before moving out, has you whining for him already. 

He moves up to your clit, swirling with the muscle of his tongue and sucking it to his mouth, relishing in the way you pull his hair. 

You let him dig his hands into your thighs, half to hold you up for him and because the strong grip is one you feel only now and then with him. He always expressed not wanting to bruise you like that, but you wanted his tight hold on you. 

“Coryo, shit, shit,” you mutter as he sucks on the sensitive bud more harshly, then licks his tongue back to your entrance, lapping against you like a needy dog looking for water. 

“Mhm mmm,” he mumbles against you, fingers pressing into the back of your thighs like he’s urging you forward. 

But he pulls back a little, lips shiny and red, the ache in his lower region increasing from the whimper you let out at the loss of contact. He splotches kisses on your thigh, “It’s okay…it’s okay, I’m gonna make you come, just give me a moment.” 

You notice how heavy his breath is, almost as if he’s on the verge of finishing himself, but he steels himself quickly. His kisses never stop, caressing every part of your inner thighs, before he trails back to your cunt, lapping eagerly, and smiling when you moan at the contact. 

“I know, that’s what you wanted,” he mumbles, his hands slipping up to your ass and pushing you to his face. 

“Fuck,” you grunt out, unable to stop the jerk of your hips from his touch. Coriolanus’ eyes close at the movement, feeling his nose bump back into you. You give another test, but it’s awkward from this angle. 

Coriolanus can’t think. Your taste, your sounds, the fact he can feel you pulse as he licks you, he’s sent into a complete overdrive. 

He moves one of your legs up and over his shoulder, slotting him more comfortably between your legs and effectively making you gasp out and hold to him tighter. 

“C’mon, do it now,” he encourages, pushing on your backside and helping you grind against his tongue. It snaps something inside of you. To rub yourself down on him and feel how hungry he is to take whatever you give him. 

“God…fuck you for holding back on me,” you say through a moan. He’d laugh if he wasn’t buried in your pussy, desperate to taste the release fast approaching you, wracking through your body and waiting for that last chord to be struck. 

You can’t recall when he’s been this insatiable, but you can’t complain. Maybe you two needed this. 

“I’m so close,” you say, though you don’t need to. Your hips rock against his face, his nose catching and rubbing against your clit just right with every other thrust, and Coriolanus fucks his tongue as deep as he can in you. He tries to keep his eyes open as you let out a shaky moan, but it’s difficult. With your taste and with your hands tightening in his hair so hard it burns his scalp, he has to close his eyes as your orgasm rips through you. 

Your hips stutter and he grips the backs of your thighs tighter, making sure you don’t fall. His tongue licks up everything he can until you feel too sensitive and gently push his head back. The hair clips hang on to his curls for dear life. You can see how hard he is under the white towel, begging for attention.

The whole bottom half of his face is wet. His mouth parted and his lips redder, almost swollen-looking. 

“My knees hurt,” he whispers. And you lightly tap his cheek in a scolding manner, sending him a lazy grin.

[mythicalmaven]

Beyond Boundaries - Oscar Piastri (PART SEVEN)

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Time for chapter 7! The chapter I am sure that a lot of you have waited for! Hehe! I also added a few social media elements into the chapter, which I think turned out nice! But, don't worry, it's still mostly just words <3 and I'm honestly OBSESSED with this chapter! Can’t wait for chapter 8!

↳pairing: oscar piastri x female!norris!reader ↳word count: 5K ↳chapters in this series: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, ↳chapter warnings: friends to lovers, brothers teammate trope, bestfriend!reader, fluff, smut, NSFW, 18+ content (mdni!), fingering, handjob, praising, explicit sexual content!, sex, p in v, first time together

↳series summary: Since Oscar joined McLaren as your brother’s teammate, you two have quickly become best friends. Recently promoted to be Oscar’s physiotherapist, you both relish the opportunity to spend more time together. However, as the new role brings you closer, you both realize you might be feeling more a little more for each other than just friendship

The sun peeked through the curtains of Oscar's bedroom when you felt yourself slowly waking up, slowly opening your eyes, you realized you were still laying in Oscar's bed, without Oscar tho. He must have gotten out of bed earlier.

You reached for your phone on the nightstand next to the bed. Immediately noticing two text notifications, one from Lando and one from Oscar.

You clicked on Oscar's text and smiled as you read it. He texted you good morning, as well as saying he was downstairs to grab the both of you some coffee. It was cute, the effort he was putting into everything.

After you replied to Oscar that you just woke up, thanked him for the coffee and told him that you'd see him in a bit, you opened your text notification from your brother, immediately knowing something was up, so you start typing back to him

After your last text, you immediately opened Instagram, typing the designated username in your search bar. Once you've reached their profile, you click on the post to check the pictures from up close.

You honestly had no idea what to do now. The PR team was gonna be very very busy to fix this whole ordeal, because you either had to come up with some very devious lie to convince people that you were not the girl in question or you had to convince people that the boy in question wasn't Oscar. And to be fair, neither of them seemed like a an achievable solution.

You kept staring at the comments, reading them all. Some even more shocking than the other. Let's just say that this was not the way you expected to wake up after a night of sleeping in Oscar's childhood home.

Talking about Oscar, he just walked back into his room, confronted with your blown pupils and beet red face.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked placing the two cups of coffee on his nightstand, before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking towards you "You're bright red, are you feeling sick?" he asked, worry lacing his tone.

You shook your head and handed Oscar your phone, showing his the post you've been staring at for the past 5 minutes.

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f1gossip Oscar Piastri spotted making out with a mystery girl right outside a nightclub in Melbourne last Sunday👀 The girl has not been identified yet, but according to a few sources, the mystery girl might be none other than Y/n Norris (featured in the last picture), considering she was seen leaving the same nightclub as Oscar and her outfit potentially matches the one from the mystery girl👀

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username1 EXCUSE ME

f1.content.2024 Holy fuck man, we knew that Oscar was a hot lad, but him making out looks even hotter🫠

user8290 no one can convince me that this isn't y/n😱 ↳ oscarpiastrifan81 I KNOW RIGHT ↳ username2 i don't know about you, but i kinda ship it

f1addict231 i can guarantee you, that is not Y/n Norris���� ↳ user437 hahaha are you blind? ↳ norrisgirlie290 girl, even a blind person could recognize y/n in this

username3 Oscar dating Lando's little sister, y'all are delusional🤨

user41 no clue who she is, but i'm her now😍 ↳ username9183 for real tho, when I saw this i was like: GIRL, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

piastrisgirl21 I highly doubt that's her 👀🤔

"Oh fuck" he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that the press had caught them. They would have been fine if it they limited their kissing to just inside the hotel room, since there was pretty much no media there, but both of them apparently were too drunk to realize that kissing outside of the club was everything but smart.

Oscar must admit tho, that aside from the shame he was feeling of getting caught, seeing the pictures of them also making butterflies rise in his stomach. An immediate blush creeping onto his face.

"What should we do?" you asked, sounding a little nervous.

Oscar didn't really know either, not sure at least "Well, I think we should at least call my PR manager, because I honestly have no idea what else is smart"

"What do we say to her tho?" you wondered, not really knowing how to come up with a solution that would work.

"Well, we've gotta decide if we wanna lie to her and just say that it was me with another girl" he suggested, pursing his lip a little nervous "Or we tell her the truth, and just tell her that it indeed was us. But that we were wasted and did something stupid"

Before you had the time to process your emotions and react to it, Oscar felt his phone ring. He reached inside his pocket and took out his phone "Speaking of the devil.." he began, nervously looking at his phone "What do I tell her?" he stammered, wanting to be sure that you agree with what he was going to say.

"It's okay, Osc. I'm fine with both" you replied, before quickly getting up from the bed "While you answer that phone call, I'll go to the bathroom real quick" you said, before walking towards his bathroom.

Once you were out of sight, Oscar pressed the button to accept the call, lifting the phone to his ear "Hello" he softly spoke.

"OSCAR PIASTRI, for fucks sake. Care to explain?" he heard her ask on the phone. She was agitated, that was clear and totally understandable "And don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, because it's all over social media. And with Y/n?"

Oscar sighed, knowing that they have been stupid. Still contemplating on what he should tell her. If he should be honest or if he should come up with a lie. He continued to listen to his pr manager rambling about the fact that she expected these things from Lando, but not from him. And that they were already busy enough with Lando's way of presenting himself in public sometimes, that she didn't feel like having the same issue with Oscar too.

Oscar took a deep breath, before looking down at his lap "It's all just a big misunderstanding. The girl in the pictures with me is not Y/n. They were just coincidentally wearing similar clothing" he lied, his face feeling warm, because he absolutely hated lying "I was drunk and made a mistake, I admit that in all honesty. But the girl in the picture is not Y/n.."

"You honestly expect me to believe that? Everyone that knows Y/n, can recognize her. The tattoo on the back of her arm is showing in one of the pictures, Oscar..." she said, immediately seeing right through his lie "Any random girl would be totally fine, that would have gave me a lot less work, but Y/n of all people. This could cause a big dent in both of your public images, because this is highly unprofessional. Kissing your co-worker while you're wasted. And let's not even get started on the fact that it is your teammates younger sister"

"I'm sorry" he muttered, feeling incredibly embarrassed by the whole ordeal "We were both wasted and I don't know what came over us, okay? It was stupid, we made a mistake, but it's a little too late for that now"

"You don't have to say sorry to me, you're doing this to yourself. Please just make sure this doesn't happen again, okay? " she explained, slowly starting to calm down and starting to be a little bit more compassionate "I know that you can't choose who you're attracted to and that being drunk can make you do senseless things, but please remember that you guys both have a public image that you need to keep up. You both can't afford to damage that, just because you two can't keep your tongues out of each others throats in public"

"No worries, it won't happen again. We were wasted, it was just a one time thing" he replied, defeat lacing his tone "What should we do about these articles?" he asked her, wondering if she had an idea.

"Well, regarding the press, for now nothing. The less attention we give it, the less suspicious it seems. The media will find a way to throw you under the bus anyway" she said, pausing for a deep breath "But regarding McLaren, you both better come up with a very good explanation. Because Zak is gonna kill you both, when he finds out"

"I don't even want to think about that" he whined.

"Well me neither" she said, a small laugh leaving her lips "Now, thanks for the clear up. Take some time to let this all sink in and I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

Oscar sighed and agreed with her, apologizing again for the stupid mistake, before ending the phone call.

He threw himself down on his bed, opening his messages to text Logan, but quickly saw that he already had a text from him. Since you were gone to the toilet anyway, he felt like he had a little time to text with him.

Oscar put his phone down next to him when he saw you walking in, shooting him a small reassuring smile.

"How did it go?" you asked as you walked back into his bedroom, jumping onto his bed again, seating yourself down next to him, your back resting against the headboard.

He shifted his gaze towards you "Well, that could have gone worse" he said, quickly explaining to you what they discussed.

"Yeah, still mad at myself for letting this happen" you said, disappointment lacing your tone, trying to avoid eye contact "It shouldn't have happened"

Oscar felt a pang in his heart "Do you mean that you regret that we've kissed, or?" he asked uncertainly, afraid of your answer.

You shook your head "No, you idiot" you shot at him, immediate relief entering Oscars body "You know, that call you just had proved yet again that it's just smarter that we stay friends and don't date, it just makes things too complicated. It shouldn't have happened, but it did, nothing we can change about that" you explained to him, honesty in your voice "But the fact that it shouldn't have happened, doesn't mean that I don't feel what I feel"

"So, no I'm not regretting it at all, none of the things we did that night" you said softly, glancing back up at Oscar. "And to be truthful, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before," you admitted quietly.

Oscar felt a rush of heat, arousal stirring instantly, feeling himself getting hard already. It was almost embarrassing how easily you could affect him. Just a few words from you, and he was a mess, like a teenager all over again. He couldn't help it.

A small smirk crept onto his face, proud of himself for making you feel that way. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I love making you feel good," he admitted, unintentionally using the present tense. He hoped you wouldn't notice. It was true; if he had the chance to make you feel good again, he would in a heartbeat.

He looked down at his lap, nerves returning. "I feel the same way, by the way. Your mouth felt incredible. It's by far the best I've ever had," he confessed, feeling a bit vulnerable about being so candid. "I came so quickly, it was embarrassing. I felt like a teenager again, struggling not to blow my load within a minute."

You chuckled lightly, honestly feeling a little honored about it, turning your head to look at him. "I think it's cute, I see it as a compliment" your voice a soft whisper, trying to avoid looking at his lips. You really wanted to kiss him, but you knew you shouldn't. Those last few words being ignore a hand full of times already.

"I was actually a bit insecure beforehand. I really wanted to make you feel good but was so afraid I wouldn't be any good at it, you know?"

"You? Not good at it? It was amazing," he reassured you.

The whole conversation stirred feelings in Oscar that he had tried so hard to suppress, but it was no use. Seated with his back against the wall, he glanced down at his lap. He was fully hard now, the outline of his erection clearly visible in his shorts. Oscar quickly moved his hands over his lap, trying to cover his arousal, hoping to make it seem like he was just more comfortable that way. The pressure of his hands only enough made his dick twitch involuntarily.

You noticed the flush on his face getting more evident. You glanced down at his hands, obviously trying to hide his predicament.

"You're hard, aren't you?" you asked, gently biting your lip. Your sense of reasoning began to fade again, and you were on the verge of ignoring the words: 'we shouldn't.'

"Yeah, I'm so sorry" Oscar apologized, letting out a sigh. "It's just that talking about it, made the memories resurface again"

You scooted a bit closer to him, slowly moving your hand towards his, which were still trying to cover up his arousal. Your fingers carefully slipped under his hand, giving his hard-on a firm but gentle squeeze. "Don't hide it," you whispered.

Oscar let out a soft moan, the mere feeling of your hand on him enough to drive him wild. He moved one hand to grab onto the mattress. He hesitated, everything in him wanting this. But a voice in the back of his mind reminded him of your words, the hand that was still covering yours gently squeezed your hand, before moving it upwards, his fingers carefully wrapping around your wrist, trying to pull your hand away from his member.

"Y/n, we shouldn't," he said, much against his own desires, wanting to respect the boundary you had set. One that he knew you were probably only ignoring in the heat of the moment.

"Shouldn't we, or don't you want to?" you asked, using your other hand to remove his fingers from your wrist one by one, before placing it onto his abdomen, your hand slowly making its way back down where he needed it most, palming him through his shorts. He moaned at the feeling, squeezing the bedsheets tighter with his free hand. "I know you want to, Osc."

"I don't want you to regret this, baby," he whispered, putting his own needs aside, focusing on your feelings instead.

You turned onto your side a little, moving your lips close to his neck, before pressing a soft kiss against his skin. A small smirk formed on your face when you saw the little goosebumps appear on his neck, a soft whimper escaping his lips when you palmed him with a bit more pressure.

"I would never regret pleasing you, Osc," you said, your lips now next to his ear. "How could I regret being intimate with you? Look at you, you're so hot. And the sounds you make when I please you... God, you make the hottest sounds. It makes me so wet, Osc."

"F-fuck..." Oscar let out a loud moan, clasping his hand over his mouth to prevent the others in the house from hearing him. He felt his dick twitch inside his shorts, involuntarily bucking his hips against your hand. Your words alone almost made him cum right then and there.

"Just have a little fun with me, Osc. No strings attached, okay?" you suggested, your lips traveling back down to his neck, peppering it with seductive kisses.

You had found his weak spot, the thing that made Oscar lose his mind. The thing that made his self-control crumble to pieces. He caved, giving in to his strongest desires.

Without a word, he shifted his position, now sitting on his knees in front of you. His hands slid to the back of your thighs, gripping them firmly as he pulled you further down the bed, until your were laying down completely. You lay back, your heart racing, anticipation building as he climbed on top of you. Oscar pinned you down, his big hand wrapping around both of your wrists, securing them above your head, while he used his other hand to cup your cheek.

"Please don't stop. It's so hot when you talk to me like that," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you flustered and desperate for more. Your arousal was evident, and Oscar noticed, feeling a surge of confidence and satisfaction. The sight of you beneath him, eager and responsive, made him feel all kinds of things—powerful, needed, and deeply connected to you in this intense moment

You looked up at him, locking eyes with his. His pupils were dilated, his desire unmistakable. The intensity of the moment made you let out a soft moan as you maintained eye contact. Oscar’s lips descended to your neck, pressing against it and sending shivers down your spine.

Deciding to heed his earlier words, you began to recount the details of the night you spent together last Sunday, confident it would only fuel his desire further. As Oscar's lips found that sweet spot on your neck, you moaned, "F-Fuck, Oscar, just like that," your voice low and sensual as your hands struggled against his grip on your wrists. "It feels so good, just like Sunday night."

"You feel incredible against me, Osc," you murmured, referring to the way his arousal pressed against you as he hovered above. Both of you still fully clothed.

Oscar groaned, his hips moving slowly against yours in a rhythmic grind, seeking more from you. He slid his hand beneath your shirt, cupping your bra-covered breast. You responded with a moan, "Yes, Osc, just like that."

Oscar's moans mingled with kisses on your neck, his breath faltering at your words. He paused, then said "Fuck, baby, you're so hot"

You let out a shaky breath, fueled with arousal "You made me feel so amazing, Osc. Your lips on my neck, your fingers filling me up—you're so hot. It felt incredible."

He moaned louder, his hand moving away from your breast to the back of your neck and into your hair, tugging slightly. "You know what I loved even more, Osc?" you asked seductively.

"Tell me, baby," he almost growled, his breath ragged, his arousal throbbing with need. His teeth grazed your neck, eliciting another moan from you.

"I loved sucking you off, Osc. You're so big, you made me feel so full" you chanted as the arousal started to pool between your legs more and more, the way he was responding to your words fueling you with desire "I loved to way you pulled on my hair when I sucked you off, baby. It made me so wet" you spoke, the nickname escaping your lips, fully intentional. Knowing that it would make him go insane.

Oscar let the moans escape his lips without holding back, feeling himself getting even more turned on than he already was. The way you talked to him made him lose control and you knew it. It was exactly what you wanted "The sounds you made when I had my lips wrapped around you, god. It was so hot. The way you moaned out my name when you came, god, it made me come untouched" you said, knowing that he was about the snap any moment.

Oscar couldn't hold back any longer and crashed his lips against yours, capturing you in a passionate and lustful kiss. His lips moved in perfect harmony with yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly granted. The kiss deepened, growing hotter and more intense. Your tongues intertwined, exploring each other with fervent desire.

Oscar released your wrists, and your hands immediately traveled to his neck, one of them diving into his hair and pulling gently. He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you and making your desire spike. His hands roamed your body, fingers trailing over your curves, squeezing your waist, and sliding up your sides. His touch was everywhere, igniting your skin with every caress.

You broke the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, both of you panting heavily. "Can I take this off?" Oscar asked, his voice husky as he tugged at the hem of your shirt. You nodded, and he quickly pulled it over your head, tossing it aside. Not wasting any time, you tugged his shirt off as well, your hands exploring the newly exposed skin of his chest and shoulders.

Oscar's hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, and with a questioning glance, he asked for permission. You nodded again, breathless with anticipation. He slid your shorts down, and then removed his own, leaving both of you in your underwear.

Hovering over you once more, Oscar ground his hips against yours, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of you. He lifted his hips a little, to allow him to slip his hand between your legs, fingers teasing you through the fabric of your panties. You moaned, your back arching in response to his touch.

"Oscar, please," you whispered, your voice filled with need.

"Anything for you," he murmured back, his lips finding yours again in another searing kiss. His fingers slid beneath your panties, and you gasped at the intimate contact, the heat between you both growing unbearable "Fuck, you're so wet for me already"

"Yes, Osc, all for you," you panted, the tension between your legs quickly building as Oscar worked your clit in perfect circles. "Your fingers feel like magic, Osc."

"Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, his voice thick with desire. "You like that, baby? You like my hands on you?"

"God, yes," you moaned, your hips bucking against his hand. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Oscar's lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I won't, baby. I love making you feel good."

As his fingers continued their expert movements, your hand slid down to palm him through his boxers. Oscar groaned, his hips pushing into your hand. "Fuck, that feels amazing," he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure.

"Just like that, Osc," you encouraged, your voice a mixture of moans and gasps. "Keep touching me, don't stop."

His fingers sped up, the pressure and rhythm driving you closer to the edge. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. "So perfect. I want to feel you come on my fingers."

"Fuck, Osc," you cried out, your body trembling as the tension inside you coiled tighter. "I'm so close, please."

"I've got you, baby," he assured, his voice soothing yet filled with lust. "Come for me. Let go, just for me."

With a few more skillful strokes, your climax hit hard, waves of pleasure crashing through you. "God.. Oscar!" you moaned out, your body arching as you rode out the intense orgasm. Your hand tightened on him, and he moaned in response, his own arousal evident.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his fingers slowing but still working you through your release. "You're so beautiful when you come."

As the last tremors of pleasure faded, you collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Oscar pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean, his eyes locked onto yours. "You taste amazing," he said, his voice rough with desire.

You reached up, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. "Your turn," you whispered.

Your hand slipped beneath his boxers, wrapping around his hardness, and you began to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. Oscar groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand as he buried his face in your neck. "Fuck, that feels so good," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You increased the pace, your hand moving with more urgency as you felt him getting closer. "Oscar," you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction, "I love making you feel this good."

He moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. "God, the way you touch me," he groaned, his voice filled with awe. "You're so good at this. It feels incredible."

You smiled against his neck, enjoying the power you had over him. Your hand moved faster, your grip tightening slightly. "Tell me, Osc," you coaxed, "Tell me how much you love it."

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his hips moving in sync with your strokes. "I love it so much," he panted, his voice trembling. "Your hand on me... it's better than any fantasy. Better than anything I could ever imagine."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, a clear sign he was edging closer to his release. "Oscar," you whispered again, this time with a hint of praise, "You're doing so well. I love how hard you are for me."

His entire body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought to hold back. "Fuck, you're amazing," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel it... I'm so close."

Sensing his imminent release, you adjusted your technique, moving your hand faster inside his boxers and applying firmer pressure. Each stroke elicited a deep moan from Oscar, his control slipping with every passing second. "God, yes," he groaned, his voice desperate. "Just like that... don't stop."

You could feel his cock pulsing, his release building rapidly. "I'm so close," he panted, his voice tight with need. "I'm gonna come."

You paused your movements, your hand stilling as you looked into his eyes. "Not yet," you said softly. "I want to feel you come inside of me."

The words caught him off guard, and he moaned, his arousal spiking. "God, you have no idea how much I want that," he said, his voice filled with longing. "But I don't have any condoms here”

"I'm on birth control," you replied, your voice steady. "And I'm clean. If you're okay with it, I am too."

Oscar's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and desire. "You’re sure?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes, Oscar," you assured him, pulling him into another deep kiss.

After you pulled away from the kiss, Oscar looked at you again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" he asked softly. "As much as I want to, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. Our first time means a lot to me, and I don't want you to regret it afterward. I want it to be perfect for you."

You smiled warmly, your heart swelling with affection. "I want this. I want you," you said, your voice filled with certainty. "You mean a lot to me, Oscar. You have nothing to worry about. It's you, and that's what makes it perfect."

Oscar’s eyes softened with a mix of love and relief. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss "I want this so bad," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I need you so much."

With those words, he leaned in, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss, his hands exploring your body with renewed intensity. You felt a shiver of anticipation as he moved, both of you ready to take the next step together. The statement of how you shouldn't be doing this, long forgotten.

As you kissed, your hands moved to his boxers, helping him slide them off. He did the same for your panties, both of you eagerly discarding the last barriers between you. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes raking over your body. "You’re so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Every part of you."

"And you’re so hot," you responded, your eyes trailing over his toned body. "I love your chest, your arms, your abs... everything about you." your fingers trailing over every part as you names them.

Oscar began to position himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours as his tip teases your entrance. You moaned softly, your body aching for him. Slowly, he pushed inside, filling you completely. The sensation of him stretching you, the heat of his skin against yours—it was more than you had ever imagined.

"God, you feel amazing," Oscar whispered, his voice a mix of awe and desire. "So perfect."

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust driving you both closer to the edge. The sensation of him inside you, the sound of his breath mingling with yours, created a symphony of passion that enveloped you both. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You’re so amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “I’ve dreamed of this moment more than I'd like to admit, but now that it’s real, it’s even better.”

You blushed, your heart racing with excitement, your hands exploring his back. “You feel so good, Osc. Everything about you is just perfect.”

He paused, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, as he halted his movements, biting his bottom lip. Closing his eyes to avoid eye contact, because he was sure that he would have blowed his load the second he looked into your eyes.

You looked at him with a playful smile. “What’s going on?” you asked softly.

“I need to slow down a little,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice as he said “Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll finish too quickly. And I really don’t want this moment to end yet.”

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “To be fair, I find that kind of hot,” you said with a teasing grin. “It just shows how much you want this.”

Oscar’s face lit up with a mix of relief and pleasure. “God, you really know how to make me feel good,” he said, his voice dripping with desire.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Oscar pulled out of you completely, just for him to thrust himself back inside you right after. The sensation overwhelming you, causing you to moan out loudly.

As the intensity built, Oscar’s movements quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You could feel the pressure building within you, your body responding eagerly to each powerful thrust.

“I don’t think I can hold back much longer, baby,” Oscar panted, his voice strained with need.

“Then don’t,” you replied, your voice filled with determination. “Let go with me.”

He moaned, his hips bucking harder against you. The pace of his thrusts increased, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of you. You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his as you both approached the brink of climax.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“Me too,” Oscar grunted, his voice filled with urgency.

The pleasure surged through both of you, building to an intense peak. With a final, desperate thrust, you both moaned loudly as you reached the pinnacle of your shared ecstasy.

"God, I love you" he whispered, his orgasm causing the words to accidentally spill out in the heat of the moment. He instantly felt fear creeping upon him, afraid that he just ruined it all, unaware of what you were about to say.

“I love you too, Osc,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion as Oscar continued to thrust gently into you, making sure not to stop until you both had completely ridden out your release.

Earlier, you had spoken of ‘no strings attached,’ but your heartfelt response seemed to suggest something more profound.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Oscar collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy, satisfied gasps. He looked into your eyes with a mixture of awe and adoration. “That was incredible,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “It was perfect,” you whispered, your heart full of love and satisfaction. “Thank you for making it so special.”

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[thurio-edau]

Aiden hadn't been himself. He hadn't been himself, ever since she disappeared. He just wanted her back.

She was just... lost. Where did she even go? He was sitting on top of a bus looking out at the walls. Hoping maybe he'd see her. How long has it been? He had no idea. Her parents didn't know. No answers to texts or calls. She wasn't there, in neither worlds. In neither dimensions. Nowhere.

He hadn't smiled since then. It was something he couldn't accept. Neither Ben nor his parents could convince him to keep on going to school. Each day he looked around as far as he could no matter how dangerous, each night he sat there for seven whole hours hoping he'd see her. Somewhere.

Where could even she be? What happened? She had to be far because she wasn't there the first night she was lost. Not in the phantom dimension right next to them where they last left off. Where did she wake up? How was she? Was she alright?

Was she even alive?

His dead, tired eyes widened when he saw someone far away, covered in blood with phantoms chasing her far away. It didn't take Aiden half a single second to jump down the bus yelling out her name.

And he woke up. The seven hours had ended. And Ashlyn was going to be wherever the hell she used to be from the distance when they next shifted. He thought he won her back, only to lose her again.

i hate you all i swear to god but i just HAD to write what'd happen if only Ashlyn was taken in by the facility. because i got inspired from this song

i hate angst ugh *writes aggressively*

listen to it tho it's such a good song

[belli5]

Good Decoration - Niko Omilana

pairing: Niko Omilana x f!reader

warnings: js fluff. IM VERY MUCH AWARE THAT SANTA MONICA AND UK TIME ZONES ARE APART, BUT IN THIS STORY IT DOESN’T EXIST.

summary: in which, Niko goes on a trip, and he comes home early and surprises you. based on this request.

Masterlist

6 days ago Niko left to go on a trip with his friends to USA, of course you had no problem with that, but the problem was you didn’t know you would miss him so much..

Beabadoobee once said “don’t forget to kiss me or else you’ll have to miss me”, you did kiss Niko before he left, but you still missed him? Guess Beabadoobee lied..

He even offered you to go with them, but you wanted for him to spend time with his friends on a trip, so you just declined his offer.

All these six days, every night you FaceTimed when he could and wasn’t out with his friends, but even when he was out with them he’d still text you.

And so this night wasn’t any different, it was already 11:31pm and Niko has finally FaceTimed you, which you were waiting for.

You smile widely sitting up to put your computer away as you saw him calling you, “you enjoyed yourself today?” He asked, you could see that he was in his hotel room. “I certainly did. Nothing could beat a nice day home by yourself.” You teased him by the last part, actually you didn’t much enjoy the day by yourself, wishing he was right here next to you.

“Even a good day without me?” He joked, making you laugh, you both knew you didn’t enjoy it.

“Well to be honest, it was a good day, but it would’ve been better if you were here.” You said.

“You should’ve came with us then.” Niko reminded you, that he offered you days ago to go with them. You and Niko continued to waffle about each other’s days until you grew tired and told him, that you were going to sleep. Just before you went to bed you just prayed that one more week will go by quickly.

You woke up at 10am, the late morning wind blew through the open window. It was nowhere near cold, but chills ran up and down your spine constantly, making you put the blanket all over your body except your head.

You quickly reach to grab your phone from the nightstand opening it and seeing an Goodmorning message from Niko, you blushed at it opening it and texting back an “Goodmorning ❤️”

You had no idea what to do today, all you wanted to do was buy a ticket to Santa Monica and visit Niko, but that was not the best idea so instead you texted Daniela “you wanna come over today?” Which she quickly replied with “sure, I’ll be there at 12, x”

When Daniela arrived you let her in, you went to kitchen to catch up and offer her something to eat. “Where’s Niko?” She asked.

“I told you-” you started speaking, but remember you didn’t tell her, “did I not tell you that Niko is in Usa with his friends? I really miss him tho, so everytime I think about it I laugh.. cause if you don’t laugh, you cry.” You shrugged.

“I can’t believe he didn’t take you with him though..” she said putting some grapes into her mouth, the ones you offered her.

“Well he offered, but I declined.” You say, wanting to talk about something else “should we go shopping?” You suggested, to which she agreed so you went to your room to change into some comfortable clothes.

Still upstairs in your room, you texted Niko “I’m going shopping with Daniela.. I miss you so much ☹️☹️” to which he replied with two messages, “miss you too ☹️😘” and the second “text me if you need anything”

After coming home at 5pm you wanted to call Niko, so you could show the clothes you got but when you called him he declined your call.

At first you thought maybe he just did it accidentally or something so you called again, but he decline once again.

You saw his text message, “sorry, I can’t talk right now ☹️ talk to you soon ❤️” you understood, maybe he was again with his friends so you texted back ��oh okay.”

You didn’t understand why you were so mad, that he couldn’t talk, you should’ve went with him but now there was no turning back..

You decided to just start making dinner, after doing it and eating you decided to go back to your room upstairs.

It was now two hours since you ate and you were bored so you decided to watch a movie. You went downstairs to get something to drink so you can continue watching the movie, but when you were in kitchen you could’ve hear the door lock opening. Niko only had keys to the house other than you, and Niko was in Santa Monica? Or atleast you thought so

The door opening, you could see Niko walking in the house. You were so confused since when did he got home, from Santa Monica to Uk is like 10 hour flight, even more probably.

“Niko?!” You said and he looked to you “how did you get home? I thought you weren’t going to be home till next week?” You asked, going over to him, tiptoeing so you could hug him around his neck.

He hugged you around your waist, your hair into his face. “Well, I got early home. We finished filming and the guys wanted to stay for fun.” He explained and let go off the hug.

“Wha-” you say confused, “well if you wanted, you could’ve stayed with your friends..” you lied, of course you didn’t want him to stay there longer, as much as you loved the guys, you still wanted Niko to yourself.

“No, no. I wanted to come home.” He said, pulling you into him once again, after taking off his north face jacket, sometimes looking up to Niko you thought you would break your neck from how much taller he was. “In fact the guys didn’t mind.”

You pulled him to the living room so you both could sit down, you wanted to be as close as you could, even though that may sound clingy, but oh well?!

“Was that why you couldn’t FaceTime?” You ask, smiling ear to ear.

“Yeah obviously, there’s no other reason..” he said in duhh tone. He placed his palm on your cheek and leaned in so his lips met yours. You both pulled away with goofy smiles.

You let out a sigh, “I missed you so much, you have no idea how many times I’ve said that to myself and Daniela today..” you laughed.

“Did you really missed me that much?” He questioned jokingly, “it was like what, six days?”

“Duh..” you rolled your eyes playfully “six days is a lot for your information..” you got up from the couch, pulling his arm so you both could go to bed, you just wanted him under the sheets. (Not in THAT way..)

You finally could go to sleep peacefully, knowing Niko is by your side, when he wasn’t and you were REALLY REALLY tired you still craved Niko and it would be lonely without him there.

“Did you really mean it when you said that I could’ve stayed with my friends?” Niko asked, as you were about to fall asleep.

“No, I was joking. I’m glad you’re here. What, did you wanted to stay there?”

“No.” He answered and kissed you forehead and even though it was hot in the room, you still gladly accepted his touch, even when tomorrow morning your skin might be sticky.

[chaotic-orphan]

Hey! Excitedly waiting for the next intoxicating fear update, no rush tho take your time:)

Intoxicating Fear (XV)

A foreboding calm

Part one // Masterpost // continued from here

If you noticed Kit’s face-claim change, ahahah… no you didn’t ;)

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Ambrose didn’t come back for days. Kit didn’t have any of the strange headaches, there was nothing. No shred of contact. No stupid texts, no phone calls, nothing.

It was eerie. Strange.

Kit had to re-learn how to be a person again. How to exist without the constant threat of violence or pain, or Ambrose. The further they got away from Friday, the greater Kit’s anxiety grew that Ambrose would come back.

It was a quiet Saturday, too quiet. Kit woke and checked his phone to see if Ambrose text but nothing. It was… unsettling. As if there were tiny ants crawling through his veins and scurrying along his nerves pulsing to see if they could sense Ambrose’s presence lurking.

Every electric pulse of stranger’s nerves sending signals their brains prickled Kit’s fight or flight just in case it could be Ambrose. He couldn’t escape it in the shops, walking down streets, on the metro, in his apartment block because he could feel someone walk up the steps to his floor… and walk right past it.

He couldn’t seem to relax, to find any sort of peace on his own. Music didn’t help not even when he blared it on max volume in his ears. Tv shows barely served as a distraction and by the time Sunday rolled around Kit decided he needed to go back to work, just to be somewhere he knew Ambrose couldn’t ambush him.

That’s what found him staring at the Hero Tower as he emerged from the sea of commuters. He took the overground train on the raised train tracks that ran through the city. The Hero tower loomed above them all in the old-town, inner district at least. Maybe if they built it in the business district there would be some competition. Maybe it wouldn’t look as impressive.

It still managed to make Kit’s thoughts turn static, almost mute, as if he was staring out at the sea, bare feet on the sand and listening to the waves come in and out.

Even with all the cars and honking noises of the city’s traffic. Kit disentangled himself from the bustle and took the revolving door into the lobby of the Hero Tower, and for the first time in days? Weeks? months, he felt safe. The familiar smell greeted him with a sudden burst and he almost sighed at the scent. It smelled refreshing, clean, but not to the sickening degree of a clinical, hospital smell. It was more personal, more like a showroom in a beautiful house on the outskirts of the city— that was definitely outside his budget— would smell of.

A small voice in his head said that it smelled like how Mentor’s house smelled when he was a teenager, but Kit ignored it and continued to the lift. It was directly opposite the lobby entrance and had a keypad in front of it. Kit lifted his hand to key in the passcode when tanned, lithe fingers beat him to it.

Kit’s alarm system had alerted him to the individual approaching him, but it was the smell of the pungent cologne that identified them.

“Well, well, well Mallory. Risen from the dead. Poor Superhero was worried sick,” a voice dripping with mock concern slithered from his left. Kit tilted his head up to watch the numbers on the lift drop, ignoring the idiot.

24, 23, 22—

“Are you sure you’re able to come back to work? We were coping just fine without you, Hero of Heroes.”

“I figured you’d miss me if I stayed away too long, Sawyer. God knows what other poor soul you’d make suffer your company.”

The doors opened and Kit stepped towards them, but it was Sawyer who got in first. Seeing Sawyer’s weasel-like face put a dampener on Kit’s mood. Sawyer had a long face, with a pointed nose and long thin lips that were always a little bit unsettling. Not to mention his mocking jade eyes that judged your every move.

Though, to Sawyer’s credit, he wasn’t Ambrose, and Kit joined him in the lift with that reassurance, pressing the button for his floor.

“Just the atmosphere when you were gone was so refreshing, Mallory. It was as good as the academy days after you left. Everyone was happy, not having to look at the moping orphan and listen to his poor excuse at humour.”

Kit leaned back against the corner of the lift, as far as he could get away from Sawyer and let out a small scoff of a laugh.

“I’m sure they got plenty of laughs out of seeing your ugly mug everyday.”

“Wow, playground insults,” Sawyer deadpanned, swiveling his head to Kit. Kit smiled. “What’re you? Five?”

“Outta five.”

Sawyer scoffed and looked back to the numbers go up in the lift.

To be fair to Sawyer, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. He had a sort of elegant charm working for him, with his slicked back hair and strange features. It was mostly his personality that was hideous, cold and distant like his powers. His shadows always kinda creeped Kit out, even in their academy days. That fear seemed laughable now; compared to Ambrose… Sawyer was a saint. Not to mention the fact that Sawyer was actually a competent Hero, unlike Kit.

“The class prodigy. The crème de la crème,” Sawyer said. “The poor orphan graces us with his presence. How marvellous a day. Aren’t we all blessed?”

“I’m not feeling very blessed to have to stand this close to you, pal,” Kit retorted, smiling sweetly at Sawyer. “Especially in such a confined space.”

Sawyer scoffed. “You’re so full of shit, Sparky.”

Kit shrugged. “I eat a lot of fibre.”

Kit barely had time to enjoy the retort before a giant, shadowed hand slammed against his chest and pinned him to the metal wall behind him. His head bounced off the metal on impact, but Kit didn’t make a sound or struggle. He just stayed still as Sawyer closed the distance between them and slammed a hand beside Kit’s head, leaning in even closer.

Sawyer’s smile was lopsided as he stared down at Kit, but his eyes burned like two coals. “You don’t even know what it’s like for the rest of us normal, mere mortals, do you?”

Anger flared hot in Kit’s chest and he was about to retort when Ambrose flashed into his mind and he faltered.

“Us heroes and villains, we’re all where we are today because we didn’t fit into the normal life…” his silver tongued voice repeated in Kit’s mind. “A normal person would be dead if they had that much electricity coursing through their body.”

“God,” Sawyer said with an exasperated sigh, pulling Kit back into the moment where he was. In the lift, with Sawyer, at the Hero tower not basement where Ambrose kept him chained. “You’re not even paying attention are you? What? Too good to respond to me now? Hey!”

Sawyer slammed his hand on the wall again and Kit flinched. Wide eyes shot to Sawyer’s black and it was as if all oxygen had left the lift and Kit was horribly aware of the confusion that was painted clearly across Sawyer’s features.

The shadowed hand dissolved from Kit’s chest but he didn’t move. He stood frozen. Sawyer the headlights, Kit the deer.

Kit never flinched.

Never.

Not even when they were in the academy.

Not when Nemesis beat the shit out of him and told him run back to whatever whore he crawled out of.

Not when he was assigned his first mission as a hero in training under Mentor.

Sawyer’s eyebrows drew down over his eyes. His voice softening as he asked: “why—”

The ding of the lift snapped them both out of a trance and Sawyer jumped back to the other side of the lift, hands behind his back and staring at the doors as they slid open. Kit did his best to appear normal too, though the heaviness in the elevator was suffocating.

Kit’s eyes flicked up to the floor number, 19, then went to the doors that were to reveal Tides. Kit’s heart stopped seeing her. She smiled at the two of them as she stepped into the lift.

“Hello boys,” she said in her bright happy way.

Kit swallowed, trying to force moisture back into his mouth while the doors closed again and Sawyer asked Tides what floor she was getting off on. His tongue was heavy and felt like sawdust, and practically scrapped his already chapped lips instead of soothing them, because Tides was the Hero who was with Kit on the docks that day.

She would have to remember Ambrose, right? Unless he made her forget, but did he even have time to do that? A million thoughts zoomed through Kit’s mind, some too fast to even catch because what if she remembered? Could she help him? Could he tell her about Ambrose, describe him even if she didn’t? Probably not with the fucking conditions of Kit’s freedom cemented into his brain and… Kit’s glanced at Sawyer from the corner of his eyes, whatever that was.

The lift stopped again at floor 27 and Sawyer walked out, saying bye to Tides, and it was just Kit and Tides left. Tides worked out of the same floor as Kit so they could ride the lift up together. This was his chance. He had to say something.

It was Tides who spoke first. “I’m happy to see you’re feeling good, Kit,” she said, and Kit looked at her. “Superhero said you had a bad flu.”

“Yeah,” Kit began, then cleared his throat. “Yeah. It’s good to see you actually, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that night on the docks.”

Tides turned her body to face him, resting her back against the opposite wall. “Of course. You saved my life.”

“Do you…” Kit began, but trailed off. How was he going to word this? “Do you remember the Villain we were fighting?”

“Of course. It was Omen.” The words hit Kit’s chest like a freight train. She remembered! She knew! That would make explaining his current predicament so much easier. “He’s…” Tides began, but shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself, a distant glaze coating her eyes. “I still have nightmares about that night.”

Kit’s heart lurched in his chest because he knew exactly how she felt. He knew exactly what being Ambrose’s puppet felt like. As if she was covered in a layer of dirt that she couldn’t shake, like a film of grease around her entire body and inside of her, violated. A small voice wondered if she flinched at the thought of Ambrose too.

“Can you explain the feeling?” Kit asked, voice gentle. Tides’ bright green eyes found his, almost pleading.

“Kit…” she said instead, reaching forward and wrapping her hand around his forearm. “I know you must be thinking about Mentor and how he felt, but you can’t let vengeance consume you. Omen is a monster, you can’t torture yourself with this. We’ll catch him.”

“It’s not—” Kit began but the words caught in his throat and he wanted to curse. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He let out a huff of a breath and lifted his gaze to meet Tides’s green eyes, “it’s not about Mentor. It’s about you. About… why he was there that night, on the docks. When there was a co-ordinated attack on the city.”

Tides hummed thoughtfully. “You think Omen recruited a group of Villains to attack me on the docks?”

Kit shrugged. “Maybe not Omen,” he said as the lift doors opened again onto their floor and the pair stepped out. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing Ambrose would do, he didn’t exactly seem like a team player. “Maybe some other Villain is pulling the strings.”

“Have you told Superhero this?” Tides asked, flicking her dyed pink hair over her shoulder.

“It’s just an idea that’s been bouncing around my head,” Kit told her honestly. There was something about that night that he felt like he was missing. Some part of the puzzle that didn’t quite fit. It almost seemed like Ambrose was waiting for him, but then again… his reaction to Kit the other day was strange, so maybe not Kit? Maybe he was waiting for someone else.

Tides pulled him out of his thoughts as they rounded the corner to Tides’s desk. “I think you should clue Superhero in on your theory. Maybe he can help you paint a fuller picture.”

“Yeah,” Kit said with a nod, moving to leave. “I think I will. Thanks Tides.”

Tides hand shot out, wrapping around Kit’s forearm stopping him in his tracks. Her smile was reassuring, as she said: “and Kit, seriously, don’t beat yourself up about that night. You saved me. Remember that.”

Kit swallowed a scoff.

Oh he would remember if he could, if Ambrose hadn’t taken that memory from him. He just smiled in reply and squeezed her hand on his arm before stepping back. Maybe Tides was right, he thought, walking straight to Superhero’s office, he could use a second opinion on all of this.

He couldn’t talk about Ambrose or Omen, or what he did to Kit personally, but he could talk about it in a roundabout way. He was sure he’d find a way. Ambrose wasn’t always flawless in his commands, Kit proved that when he was able to stay in his childhood home, he’d find a path through if he was careful.

Superhero’s office was half a flight of steps above all the other desks that the normal heroes worked out of. It’s walls were made of a tinted glass which meant that he could see out but you couldn’t see in. A good security measure for the boss, Kit remembers Superhero telling them with a self-depreciating laugh when the architect was installing the new glass.

Kit remembers humming in response, watching as Mentor’s normal two-way glass was removed and couldn’t help but feel the difference in authority immediately after Superhero took over.

Now, Kit didn’t really care what kind of wall Superhero’s office had as he climbed the short flight and walked into the office without knocking.

Superhero wasn’t alone, and Kit felt a conversation die as he entered the room. “Oh, sorry,” Kit said, standing in the doorway. “I didn’t realise you had company.”

Kit met Superhero’s bright eyes over his guest’s head and he made an effort to smooth out his pinched up features. He offered Kit a smile, “not at all, Kit.”

The grey suit Superhero was deep in discussion with turned his body and smiled when he saw Kit. Kit offered a grin back, letting the door close behind him. He would recognise those warm silver eyes anywhere.

“Kit,” Mr Silver said, taking Kit’s outstretched hand and clapping his other hand to Kit’s elbow, squeezing it reassuringly. “How have you been?”

Kit shrugged, patting Mr Silver’s shoulder in return as they let go of each other’s hand. “Good, good. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

“Indeed it has,” Mr Silver replied with his smooth voice. “You’ve already made your mark on the city.”

“Wouldn’t be able to if people like you didn’t keep it running,” Kit shot back. Mr Silver wasn’t a hero, but he was a gifted individual. His power lay more in his mind than a physical, typical Hero power. He had a gift for patterns, facts and numbers, all very cerebral he told Kit when they had first met. Mentor had taken Mr Silver on as a liaison between the Hero agency and the government, but he was more like a family friend than business associate.

Kit looked between Silver and a disgruntled Superhero, who was trying very hard to hide his expression below a pleasant façade. “What’re you doing here today?”

Silver straightened his posture, inclining his head a little and Kit’s eyes went to Superhero and back again. “I’m sure Superhero will fill you in on the details,” Silver said, fixing his suit jacket. “I think that’s my cue to leave, Superhero.”

Superhero smiled with thin lips as he nodded politely to Mr Silver. “Of course, Mr Silver. Always a pleasure.”

Silver raised his eyebrows as he passed Kit, and Kit frowned, following the man with his eyes. Silver opened the door and paused just before he stepped out, glancing back to Kit, his features conflicted. “Give Mentor my best when you see him again, Kit.”

“I will, Silver,” Kit told him earnestly. Silver smiled before he left the office and closed the door behind him. Kit’s head snapped to Superhero who had his back to Kit, hands on his face, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What was that all about?” Kit asked, watching as Silver walked through the office towards the lift and press the call button.

“Bureaucratic bullshit as usual,” Superhero said with a huff behind him. Kit turned to face Superhero once the elevator doors opened, fixing his gaze to Superhero instead. “I need a cigarette.”

“You’re a hero, Superhero,” Kit told him lightly. “You can’t save the world if you’re out of breath rescuing kittens.”

“Mmm, a drink then,” Superhero said, walking around his desk and settling heavy into his chair with another sigh. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses. He raised his eyebrows to Kit who shook his head in reply. Superhero shrugged and poured two fingers of whiskey, almost slamming the bottle onto the table.

“Why was Silver here?” Kit asked, taking the seat in front of Superhero’s desk, reclining into it.

Superhero shook his head, as if it was too serious a subject to remember. Kit stared at Superhero expectantly while he gulped down the whiskey in one shot.

“Jesus, Superhero, are you okay?”

Superhero shook his head, going to grab the bottle again. “What did you need?”

Kit watched as Superhero poured out three fingers of whiskey and screw the cap back on the bottle before reclining into his seat.

“Uh, yeah, I was just talking to Tides on the way up about a theory I have about the villains uniting.”

Superhero paused, eyebrows furrowing, casting deep shadows over his already deep set eyes. “Thank god I’m already drinking,” he said, tone anything but humourous. “Continue.”

Kit leaned forward in his seat and began, careful to avoid saying anything about Ambrose. “I don’t think the day Tides was attacked on the docks was a coincidence. That the attack just happened to coincide with the attack in first and in the business district.”

An unreadable expression flashed across Superhero’s face, more like how it was when Kit walked in on him and Silver. Kit almost winced at it, and said after: “listen, I don’t want to pile shit on your plate—“”

“No, no,” Superhero said with a sigh, leaning forward too and setting his glass down on the desk. He rubbed his eyes with his palms and let out another long frustrated huff. Then he looked up at Kit almost sheepishly. “How did Mentor do this for so long?”

Kit’s face broke into a sad smile. “I honestly don’t know.”

“He made it all look so easy, even the government visits.”

Kit licked his lips, the question written all over his face. Superhero scoffed and shook his head before standing and walking to the window that overlooked the office. He stood there, looking onto the floor like a disappointed parent. His hands on his hips, shoulders slumped, head dipped slightly.

“Silver’s not really the government, though, Superhero,” Kit said standing too. He didn’t join Superhero by the window, instead he turned and sat back against the edge of the table, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s part of the regulatory—”

“Regulatory Office of Powered individuals,” Superhero said over Kit, cutting him off. “Yes thank you, Kit. I know.”

“So what was the problem?”

Superhero sighed again. He was sighing too much. Too despondent. Did Silver say something bad? Has he noticed something that the world was skimming over? Something substantial?

“He said the same thing you’re alluding to, something I don’t want to know about.”

Kit straightened, his stomach bottoming out. “What?”

“There’s something big coming, apparently. Some new villain in town that has been, as you hypothesised, recruiting villains to a common cause.”

Kit’s mind raced at the information, his mind too slow to process it. Was he right? Was it Ambrose? Omen? Was he organising a group of Villains for god knows what?

“Do you know—”

“No, nothing,” Superhero said gravely. A soft slightly hysterical laugh burst from his lips. “We’re barely managing now, Kit. I don’t think the Hero agency will survive this! It’s ridiculous. Nobody wants to become a Hero after what happened to Mentor and most people have either resigned like cowards or decided they want to keep their powers to themselves.”

Kit frowned. “What do you mean? When I left the Hero academy it was—”

“Full? Yeah.”

Kit bristled as Superhero turned to face him again, expression grave. Superhero walked over to the two armchairs at the far side of the office, settling heavy into one of them.

“You were one of the last classes to graduate. Well,” Superhero paused, eyes flickering almost sardonically to Kit’s, “not you obviously, what with Mentor taking you in.”

Kit ignored the silent accusation in Superhero’s voice as he said that, but it must have been written plainly on his face.

“No, no, I don’t mean— in a bad way, Kit. You were the best in your class, obviously Mentor would take an interest in you. You’re a good kid. A good hero. A good guy. Everyone likes you, I just…” Superhero continued with a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

Kit swallowed, sensing the tension that was weighing Superhero down. He walked over to the armchair opposite Superhero and sat down.

“What is it?”

“Some parents pulled their kids from the academy after Mentor was attacked.”

Kit stared at Superhero. He hadn’t heard this. Surely Sawyer would’ve told him, or someone would have messaged him to tell him.

Sawyer’s words replayed in his head: “Just the atmosphere when you were gone was so refreshing, Mallory. It was as good as the academy days after you left. Everyone was happy, not having to look at the moping orphan."

Maybe he misread his friendships at the Academy. Maybe they all just secretly hated him but Sawyer was the only one with any guts to tell him to his face. Or maybe someone did reach out and tell him but he couldn’t remember because of Ambrose’s stupid compulsion.

“But… what?” Kit blurted out, bewildered. “Why? I don’t understand.”

“Mentor was a symbol more than a man, Kit. He was hope. It wasn’t just a dark day for you when he was attacked. The city mourned with you.”

Kit swallowed the lump in his throat. This wasn’t at all how he expected this conversation to go. That’s what was wrong with Superhero, he had lost hope, but Kit didn’t— well, he didn’t know the current situation was so bleak.

You didn’t know because Ambrose didn’t want you to know.

“But you’re Mentor now, Superhero,” Kit said, his voice insistent. Superhero lifted his head, eyes wide like a boys. “You’re the new symbol of hope. We can stop this new villain like we’ve stopped every villain before them. Together.”

Superhero let out a breath of startled laughter, running his hand back through his hair.

“Who’s supposed to be who’s support again?”

Kit stood from the chair, shrugging with a charming smile and said: “I’m the Hero for Heroes, remember? That includes you.”

Superhero laughed, shaking his head.

“One good press release and you’ve already let it go to your head.”

“What can I say? The people love me. The masses love me. The heroes—” hate me “love me. It’s so hard to be everything for everyone all at once.”

“Uh huh. How about you do some work instead of talking me to death?”

Kit paused once he opened the door to the office. “If you need another psychiatrist session you can always come to me.”

“Get out before I kick you out," Superhero said and Kit laughed as he left, closing the door behind him. He descended the steps with the smile on his lips until he got to his desk and sat down, facing the small partition. Only then did he let his concern morph his features, safe from anyone else's scrutiny.

Superhero's worry was more than just the standard concern for the city. The very Hero profession could be at stake if they didn't find and stop this new villain on the scene, and Mentor had worked far too hard to let it all be for nothing.

He needed to talk to Ambrose, find out what the bastard knew. Only then could Kit plan properly… but after Ambrose stormed out of Kit’s apartment he had been quiet as a mouse. Kit could only hope that he would drop by again.

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Continued here

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Goodbye, Summer (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

Song Inspo: Summer Love - One Direction (listening to the song while reading is highly recommended!)

WC: 2.7K

Warnings: cursing, angst

A/N: after a few months i finally finished this fic!!! this is my first christian angst it felt kinda strange to write one for him lol and just so y'all know i haven't been able to write angst with a happy ending so, be aware. and the start of the ‘summer love’ is a lot different than usual hopefully not too weird for your liking tho. also this wasn't proofread, sorry if this turns out to be shit. anw hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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“Cause you were mine for the summer

Now we know it's nearly over

Feels like snow in September

But I always will remember”

—

Summer has come to an end. Well, technically summer hasn’t ended yet – but Christian had to move to Italy and this move wasn’t exactly planned but quite expected – so yeah, to me, summer is about to end. And the moment Christian hops on the plane, there goes my summer of love. It was fun while it lasted – though I wish it would never end.

Christian told me he was leaving just a few days prior. He had been back to the States two days after the end of the Premier League season and ever since we had been spending the summer together. I knew this was coming as we agreed we would only be together for the summer but I didn’t think it would be this hard.

—

I met him through a mutual friend last year when he was briefly in Florida to visit his family and friends for Christmas. I still had a boyfriend at the time – even though my relationship ended the very next day, it was already broken to begin with – so we became strictly friends and I had no intentions on dating him. Jokes on me, because I had caught feelings for him but I was so wounded by the heartbreak I wasn’t even aware of it. He did catch feelings too, though he thought I needed time to process the breakup so confessing his feelings wouldn’t be appropriate.

I didn’t want a serious relationship for a while – or so I thought – therefore I didn’t even think of dating since my last one. Christian and I would sometimes text each other, but it wasn’t a constant thing. We hadn’t really seen each other in person since because of the distance, but I watched every match he played and usually texted him to give my support before the match.

One night within the second week of May, he told me by text that he was going back to Florida for summer break and looking forward to spending the rest of the summer with me. I thought to myself: why would he spend his short break with me? I responded to him by asking why just me and not his friends and family, hoping he would say something funny and odd like he always does and instead he said something I didn’t see coming.

“Because I like you and I want to be with you.”

My heart stopped the second I saw that text. Christian… Likes me? My goodness, what an oblivious idiot I had been. I was deeply wounded by my past I didn’t see what was going on in front of me the whole time. I didn’t know what else to say and I accidentally left his text on read that night.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“I’ve freaked you out haven’t I? Fuck I’m sorry!!!” 

Oh shit. I woke up to those unread messages from Christian – I just remembered I hadn’t texted him back last night. I immediately tried to reply but as my thumbs touched the screen to type, no words came to mind. I honestly didn’t know how to react, if I tell him I’m not looking for a relationship would it hurt him?

“I…”

“Christian…”

“If you want a relationship, I don’t know if I’m the right person for you…”

I locked my phone screen right after I sent those messages. I hoped I wasn’t being too harsh to him, but being put in this position was so overwhelming and I didn’t know what else to say. I just… I wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t tell when I would be. Not to mention he lives thousands of miles away from me and I didn’t think I could handle the distance.

An hour later, I finally heard back from Christian.

“I get it and I respect that.”

“What if we just… Be together for the summer?”

“We don’t have to think about what’s gonna happen after. Just be in the moment… You and me.”

I gave that idea of his a thought – a not-so-long thought because I was assuming I didn’t have enough time. I’d admit, while I found it interesting, I couldn’t help but wonder: would it be worth it? Would someone get hurt at the end?

Before the day ended, I finally made up my mind.

“Okay. I’m in…”

“But just for the summer.”

“And only if nobody is gonna get hurt.”

—

When he arrived, I was the one who picked him up at the airport. We absolutely spent our summer together everyday – there wasn’t a day that went by without him by my side and vice versa. He invited me to spend some time with his family and friends on their boats, and I had him spending time with mine on either the beach or my family’s home.

We were well aware we only had each other for the summer, thus we made sure every moment counts no matter how little or big it might be. We knew once this summer ends it also marks the end of our time together and go back to live our own separate lives. I didn’t want to think about what will happen next – I just want to live in the moment.

The more I spend my time with him, the stronger my feelings grow. It’s been messing up my mind, but I couldn’t let it ruin my summer. This was the best summer I’ve ever had in a long time, and I would not take it for granted. The memories we were creating throughout will forever live on in my head.

—

In the middle of our “summer of love”, Christian came to an agreement with AC Milan, and by that his time in Chelsea had come to an end and he had to relocate to Italy. And the club wanted him to join them for preseason, meaning his summer break had to be cut off sooner than he planned.

When he broke the news, I was stunned – not that I wasn’t happy about his move to Milan, I just needed time to process it. I also wasn’t ready for our summer to be over, but the circumstances forced us to cut our time short. It was pretty saddening for us that we unfortunately had to burst our little bubble.

“So… That’s it for us then?” I carefully asked.

“Let’s just not talk about it.” He refused.

I didn’t want to cause a fight at the time, so I agreed to let it go.

The entire time, I felt like I had to walk on eggshells around him. But eventually I couldn’t do that forever. You can't escape the reality no matter how much you want to.

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Christian was packing his bags as he had a flight to catch the next morning. Yes, I couldn’t emphasize enough that we know our whatever-you-called-ship is coming to an end. In every hello there is a goodbye, right? But why does this feel so hard?

We have tried really hard not to mention anything about the fact that our summer love will be over soon but it is an inevitable topic. There is no way we can escape the conversation, especially on our very last day together. And I have to be the one to bring this up because Christian clearly didn’t want to – he might be the one who suggested the idea, but he is the one who is more in denial.

“Chris, you know we both have to say something, don’t you?” I tried to start the conversation.

“Can we not? Please.” He whimpered.

“We have to.” I insisted.

He kept packing in silence, not wanting to talk about the painful reality. I was sitting on the corner of his bed while he was standing across from me, avoiding eye contact since I started talking. He was looking down all the time – organizing his belongings – and not once he took even a little glance at me. I looked closely at his face, paying attention to every little detail I could. His face was red, eyes were puffy and watery, lips were tight – it was obvious to me he was trying so hard not to cry.

“So are you just going to freeze me out the entire time or?” Still no answer from him. 

I went and sat a lot closer to him and he tried to look away.

“Stop it, please! At least just look at my fucking eyes if you don’t want to fucking speak!”

And suddenly I saw tears running down on his face. He couldn’t hold them back anymore – his heart was completely shattered and it was obvious he was nowhere near ready to face the harsh reality.

“Chris… Listen…”

“Why can’t you change your mind?”

He asked a question that got me startled.

“What is it about me and the time that we had that made you certain you still don’t want a relationship?” His voice was trembling.

It took me a while to even say one fucking word to him. I felt like the worst person on earth for breaking the sweetest man’s heart. And to be honest, I broke my own heart too – and I was really trying my hardest to conceal it from him.

“Chris, you were the one who said, and I quote, “just be together for the summer”! I was being so clear I didn’t want a relationship yet you still offered me that. There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s just… I’m not ready. And I don’t know when I will be again.” I desperately tried to explain myself to him but I seemed to upset him even more.

“Yeah, right.” He shook his head and smacked his lips. “Whatever you say.”

I sighed.

“Chris… Please, why won’t you believe me?” I asked him quietly.

“I don’t buy your bullshit anymore.” He replied coldly, while wiping his tears.

Now done packing, he grabbed the car keys and put most of his belongings in the trunk.

I still wanted to have more conversation – about us, specifically – but after he was done with his stuff, he refused.

“I’m tired and I have an early flight to catch tomorrow. I think I should just go to sleep right now.” He said as he walked into his room.

“Yeah, of course...” I responded.

I tried to softly grab his hand but he swung his arm further away from me.

“See you tomorrow, Chris. Goo-”

He slammed the door on my face before I got to tell him goodnight. At the moment, I thought to myself: oh no, he really hates me.

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The next morning I drove Christian to the airport. He was going to Milan with his dad and he was meeting him at the airport. On the way there, we didn’t really talk much. There was so much silence – and somehow it made everything even more painful.

I couldn’t handle the tension any longer, so I tried to break the ice.

“Hey, thank you for spending the summer with me. It was the best I’ve ever had.”

He only nodded.

“Umm, I’m sorry this only lasted for a short while...”

He looked down, he sniffed and rubbed his nose and sighed. 

“Well, have fun in Milan! You needed a fresh start and you’re about to get one… Christian, I am proud of you.”

I tried to be supportive and not say anything that could be perceived as “something wrong” because I knew he was in a fragile state at the moment, though it seemed like he wasn’t going to respond the way I hoped he would. I was genuinely proud of him by the way – always have and always will.

He looked up but still avoiding eye contact, let out a slight smile and chuckled a little bit.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“And uh… Maybe you’d forget about me with all the girls you’re going to meet there...”

I immediately regretted what I just said. Shit. What the fuck did I just say?

He finally looked directly into my eyes – a look full of disbelief and disappointment. There was a moment of silence between us. This time, I was the one who couldn’t see him in the eyes.

“Chris, I’m so, so sorry I didn’t m-”

“How could you say that, Y/N?” He cut me off before I finished talking, by the tone of his voice I could tell he was mad at me.

I froze for a minute. I knew I had fucked up but I never thought it would be so much worse – at the moment I was really, really fucking shit up.

“Do you think my feelings for you aren't real enough so other girls can easily make it go away? Do you really think I can forget you just like that? Are you implying that what we had all summer will not stick in your memories?”

“Wha- no, Chris, that’s not what I mean!”

What a mess I had made... And before I knew it, tears started to fill my eyes.

“Well to me it sounded like that. I’m appalled to know you don’t see whatever we were as something real and meaningful. Maybe it was a mistake to even ask you to give us a chance in the first place.” He sounded like he was truly aching and filled with regrets.

I glanced at him for a bit and I saw him biting his lip and his face was already all red. I never wanted our goodbye to be this heartbreaking but well… In this situation it’s bound to happen, isn’t it? Because I didn’t want to escalate our situation any further, I decided to shut my mouth and stop talking altogether. I was aware that whatever I said might hurt him deeper. Fuck, why can’t things be easier?

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After what felt like a very long ride, we finally got to the airport. We met Christian’s dad, Mark, at the front gate as I helped Christian with his belongings. Mark greeted me and gave me a hug.

“Hey, Y/N! Thanks for dropping Christian off, if only you could come with us to Italy!” Mark excitedly thanked me, not knowing what happened between Christian and I.

I shook my head and slightly laughed to cover my discomfort. Then I saw Christian looking at his watch, and whispered to his dad: “let’s go.”

I took it as my cue to leave, so I said my farewell to both of them.

“Well, have a safe flight, Mr. Pulisic.” I smiled and nodded at Mark. 

Then I turned to Christian. He was still visibly upset – I didn’t have the heart to say anything, really. I had caused him a lot of pain, and I was afraid to open my mouth. But at the moment I knew I had to, since I didn’t know if we would ever see each other again.

“You too, Chris. Good luck over there.” I softly tapped his arm.

I waved at them and was ready to walk away when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around and it was Christian. He pulled me in for a hug – a very, very tight hug, like he wouldn’t let me go. He rested his head on my shoulder and I rubbed his back the whole time. It was a long hug – probably the longest ever for both of us – and we could no longer keep our overflowing emotions inside anymore.

“I’m sorry…” I whimpered.

“I know.” He whispered.

He stroked my head and kissed me in the forehead. His lips stayed there for a while.

“Y/N, I have to go...”

It was the hardest thing to do but I pulled away from the hug. Before he went inside, he took my hands and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/N, you will always be my greatest summer love… I will never forget you.” He said under his breath.

And the moment he walked through the gate, that was the last time I saw him in person. What we had might be short, but I will forever be thankful Christian made my summer unforgettable.

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“You were my summer love

You always will be my summer love”

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[robin-evry]

Maybe you could do Dungeon Meshi with Eda like reader? With all curse and rebellion stuff? Though, I do feel like they would hide their curse due to all shame they felt and when they tell the truth they would tell everyone that they "would understand if they want to leave them behind"

OMG, finally a dungeon meshi request. Ask and you shall receive, this eda is before eda makes peace with the owl beast.

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Eda is known as the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles. But due to her rebellious nature, she is pretty much an outcast/criminal who has a great number of enemies. Eda makes a living selling human treasures at the markets, and sometimes homemade elixirs and potions. She also happens to be a collector, as she keeps most of her human treasures at home.

( English is not my first language)

The island holds many interesting and powerful individuals. But there was always an elf sorcerer that had usually been talked about around the island.

The elf sorcerer is known for being one of the most powerful mages in the island as well the number one most wanted criminal there.

Even tho eda!reader is a merchant, they travel towards the dungeon for their free time, collecting ancient scrolls to find a cure for their curse, sell or to collect They are able to decipher the ancient text in the dungeon.

During one of these expeditions they met laois party, the party ambushed by a party of monsters and eda!reader save them. As a thank you they offer them some food from the monster

Originally eda!reader was weirded out by this food, but they started to enjoy it.

Eda!reader is also a user of ancient magic much more proficient than marcille, due to exploring the dungeon they manage to enhance their proficient in the magic.

They often give marcille some advice on ancient magic and how to get away with it, hiding the evidence.

Chilchuck originally doesn't trust eda!reader, due to some rumors heard about them, I mean they're the island number one criminal and are hanging out and what if they continue hanging out with them to steal their stuff and leave them stranded.

Even tho most characters look down on Laois, eda!reader can see right through him. Even tho he looks like an idiot as well a weak warrior. Laois is not someone that should be looked down upon. He's very powerful and they respect him for that.

They usually discuss monsters with him and are surprised at his knowledge about them, as well as learning about his sister. Eda!reader said they will try their best to help them if they do have a time of need or they will assist them in their journey as much as they can.

Senshi is by far one of the chilliest people that they ever come across usually people would warn others if they come across them or they will try to arrest them to get the bounty under their head, but no he's just talking to them as if they are just a normal person.

Marcille and chilchuck are by far the most worried about eda!yuu at the beginning, they are a criminal and at the mean time both of them started to warm up to them but never let their guard down.

As for izutsumi, they see eda!reader slyness is not a reason to trust them as well for their sarcastic humor. But there are still some moments of vulnerable moments between. Izutsumi is by far the first person to know about their curse.

By far they keep the secret of their curse hidden from the party. Until one day and they forgot to drink the elixir medicine and turn into their owl beast form.

Originally, the party was unaware about this and was fighting the monster, izutsumi realized that the monster has the same scent as them and asked the team to stop attacking and retreat for sometime.

She explained that the monster was them and they needed to find a way to wake them up. After a lot of brain scrolling they managed to turn eda!reader back to normal.

When they woke up, they thought laois or the party would be disappointed by them. But instead Laois looked at them with admiration saying how cool their beast form was. While the other party doesn't mind as long they are okay and they took their elixir medicine dayle

By seeing this they manage to give an idea towards the party how to save fallin. And Soon eda!reader will start to join their journey more often.

[yawn-junn]

♡︎Fairytale Boyfriend - Hyunwoo♡︎

Summery: you And Hyunwoo have been dating for a good 10 months having met threw mutual friends and had similar interests but the only issue is Hyunwoo was all the way in Korea and you were on the other side of the world

Credits to: @yawnzzznnn (author)

@/Il0veYunho (request) @yemonni (error corrector)

Note: I don't not own any characters other than Yn this is strictly my imagination so don't take this personally

TW: cursing : online relationships : mentions of pedophilia and Creepy Old men : sleeping with someone being miss interpretated : mentions of someone having a dirty mind : meeting strangers from online (don't do that) :

Special thanks to: @/il0veyunho @yemonni

Reblogs are appreciated

Words: 2,370

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Was the text you woke up to the next morning even tho he sent it late at night for you mid day for him, he still always finds a way to speak to you rather that be staying up late just to hear your morning voice or waking up early to hear how your day is going and you do the same for him staying up late and waking up early a hopeless romantic as some people would say.

It was no secret how head over heels both you and Hyunwoo were for each other even tho having never met in real life you both felt like you knew each other pretty well, you know how quiet and shy Hyunwoo can be and he knew how out going you can be when your excited. Hyunwoo often says he's favorite part about you is the way you explain things into detail over text and on call.

Was what you responded with even tho some people find it Annoying when someone can't use there words to explain things but it's one of the many many things Hyunwoo loves about you he has stated plenty of times before that he finds it cute when you stutter and change your sentenes

Popped on your screen a smile grew on your face once you seen who was calling "Hello?" You answered "Hai" he responded back the smile clear in his voice "I didn't wake you did I?" He asked his tone now filled with worry "no no of course not don't worry, I was already awake if you ment by the call but if you ment the texts then no I woke up cuz I needed something to drink" you reassured him "oh thank God..." He trailed off "sorry for the spam-" he laughed out a breathy giggle

His giggle caused a chain reaction to you and made you giggle "it was cute i love when you randomly get romantic" you stated in a hushed tone shy to admit it on the other line you could hear Hyunwoo coo at how cute you were being "shhh" you said wanting him to stop "your so cute ugh I wish I could be with you right now" he said his tone getting quieter towards the end of his sentence

"Me too but this is how things are we can't really do much to change it seeing as you turned 18 in December last year barley an adult and I just turned 18 but hopefully in the near future we will both have stable jobs and able to take care of ourselves so we can spend time together not online" you stated he hummed in agreement

"what would be the first thing we do together tho-" he asked as he went deep into his thoughts "probably sleep together" you said you hear a choked gasp come from the other line causing you to look down at your phone once you hear him start coughing you realize what he thought you meant "OMG NOT LIKE THAT!" you half yelled as your eyes grew wide as you were trying to go back on your words you heard Hyunwoo start laughing

"It's ok! You don't have to explain yourself" he said as he tried to calm himself down "your just dirty minded you were the only one thinking that way" you said the pout on your face prominent in your tone "oh wait-" Hyunwoo said, you heard someone in the background talking but you couldn't make out what they said.

"Aww ok...I gotta go" Hyunwoo said after talking with another person you sighed "ah ok have a good day" you said trying not to sound upset "I'll talk with you later tonight, I love you" he said waiting for yor reply "I love you too" you said and hung up the phone you checked the time which read 1:09 AM and sighed before plugging your phone back in and laying down once again drifting into the dream land

By the time you had woken up it was 10am you got up to do your normal routine while eating you had a thought of going and visiting Hyunwoo for the first time having one of his members numbers and social media because he introduce you two you quickly looked up how much a plane ticket to Soul South Korea was although it was hefty you had been saving up to buy a your own house but your parents can help you with the money again

Noting you had enough to go you bought the ticket your flight was on Friday at 6:30 AM today was Thursday so you had time to get packed and buy the things you need and to talk it over with your parents. Although your parents had some concerns of meeting a stranger and leaving (whever) to a new country they accepted seeing how excited you were to finally see your boyfriend of 10 months

After almost all day of you and Sumin texting back and forth about plans for when you get to Korea and you talking with Hyunwoo you finally got up to pack "don't forget your shampoo" your mom said as she brought it too you "oh and your toothbrush and toothpaste" your dad said as he handed them to you "I'm gonna miss you" your mom stated causing your dad to nod in agreement "it's only a month besides I'm going to be with two people I know" you said reassuring her

"I know I know it's just....my baby in another country all the way across the world" your mom cried out you sighed as your dad ushered her out the room your phone pinged with another text from Hyunwoo the rest of your night till you passed out were texts back and forth with Hyunwoo and you being careful not to spoil your surprise

That night you barley got sleep from how excited you were to finally see your best friend of 3 years Sumin and your boyfriend of 10 months Hyunwoo you woke up at 5:00AM to get ready and get your stuff in your parents car once you were all finished with everything it was around 5:50 so you still had time for a quick shower and all that stuff

Your parents drove you to the airport once you got there they said there heartfelt goodbyes and wished you luck you said your heartfelt goodbyes before walking to your gate the flight was long and boring you couldn't even text Hyunwoo or Sumin or anyone else in that fact so you were stuck with playing solitaire for your 32 hour and 37 minute flight

Once you landed you were quick to get off the plane now practically vibrating with excitement you went to baggage claim and texted Sumin you had landed although you wanted to reply to Hyunwoo you didn't wanna ruin the surprise so you turned your phone off got your bags and waited for Sumin

After what felt like days of waiting even though it was a little less than 20 minutes you saw Sumin running towards you "BESTIE" he yelled has he welcomed you into a warm hug you giggled befkre pulling away "you know Hyunwoo has been sulking all day" he said as he picked up your bag for you "don't make me feel worse about not responding I was tempted too but I decided not too just to add the cherry on top of the surprise" you said as you followed Sumin to the Uber

He hummed before speaking "I mean as soon as you walk threw the door he's gonna forget all about you ignoring him so don't think much of it" Sumin assured you the car ride to there dorm was filled with you and Sumin gossiping about other people and dying of laughter

"AaaNnnd were hereee!" Sumin said dragging out his words "here I'll take these" you said as you tried to take your bag from Sumin who had already gotten out of the car with you following closely behind "yeahhh not a chance I told Hyunwoo I was going out for food so he's gonna waiting right at the entrance and I know he'll tackle you so I don't want anything broken" he said moving your bags farther away from you

You sighed in defeat as you continued to follow him to the door "you wait here don't come in till you hear your phone ping" he said in a hushed tone you nodded your head without quistion you hid behind the wall as Sumin walked in you could hear Hyunwoo wine about no food before asking why Sumin was holding so many bags and why they smelt of perfume/cologne he didn't recognize

You couldn't hear sumins response but your did hear your phone ping you checked to make sure it was Sumin and not something else after confirming it was your signal to go inside you walked in you saw Sumin and Hyunwoo at the front still

Talking

You started looking around awkwardly waiting for someone to acknowledge you when you looked up at the ceiling you heard a sharp gasp before being tackled to the ground knocking the wind out of your lungs it took a minute for you to come back to reality before you wrapped your arms around what you recognized as your boyfriend hugging you

"Oh I'm good" Sumin said as he gave himself a pat on the back Hyunwoo let out a confused noise "Before we came in he said you will do this" you stated nuzzling nose in his neck, in response Hyunwoo didn't say anything instead he got up pulling you along with him before dragging you to his room "sit sit" he said like an excited dog you followed what he asked and sat down on his bed

Hyunwoo following close behind and turned to face you "how long will you be here?" He asked "about a month possibly longer if I find a hotel cheep enough" you responded thinking back to the hotels you found online "hotel....-" he said confused "oh no no your not staying in a hotel look my bed is big enough" he said pointing at the mattress under the two of you

"Hyunwoo I love you but I cant I don't wanna intrude" you said as you looked down at the floor with a small pout on your face in hopes to sway Hyunwoo to let you stay at a hotel "yeahhh not happening think about it if you stay with me in my bed at my dorm you don't gotta wast money and you get to stay longer" he said as he grabbed your hands and started waving them around like a child on a sugar rush

After almost 30 minutes of Hyunwoo begging you to stay you finally agreed causing Hyunwoo to do a little dance out of excitement "ok you + me = ice cream right now" Hyunwoo suddenly said as he stood up pulling you up with him "can you at least drive?" You asked casuing Hyunwoo to shake his head 'no' with a childlike innocence

You sighed before letting him drag you out the house and down the road all the way the ice cream parlor once you got your ice cream you and Hyunwoo sat on a bench close to the park a little ways from the ice cream parlor Hyunwoo giggled as he noticed some ice cream melting from your cone/cup while you pouted staring at it with a glare

He gave you a wet towelette to whipe the sticky liquid away after awhile of two chatting on the bench rain started pouring from no where soaking you both instantly instead of being upset and running to the nearest shelter you both looked at each other and giggled

Suddenly Hyunwoo stood up and reach a hand to you "Come on!" He said shouting over the drops falling from the sky you looked at him before reaching your hand up and grasping his "Dance with me" he said as he leaned closer to your ear you giggled at the feeling of his breath and his hopeless romantic attitude

"Hyunwoo we'll get sick" you giggled in response he just shrugged before pulling you closer and start swaying you both back and forth. You knew he was going to be stubborn about it so you just let him do whatever he wanted, soon after he started hummimg a ballroom tune as he twirled you around

Water droplets flinging from your hair as if you were in a fairytale Hyunwoo seemed to think so too, he stopped spinning you and made you face him he leaned down so he was face to face with you "you know I love you right?" He asked you nodded your head lightly "of course you tell me how much I mean to you a lot even if you don't think you do" you stated as you looked into his eyes

Instead of shying away like he thought he would he leaned down to press your lips together, a cliché but romantic gesture kissing in the rain with no one around seemed right out of a fairytale evey little kid dreams of this having someone so willing to do this with them, I guess Hyunwoo is your fairytale boyfriend

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[sofifii1]

"Addiction" C. Sturniolo

pairings: Christopher Sturniolo x reader

summary: Even tho you both agreed on it, you can't help but feel like shit when Chris just leaves you after he gets what he wants.

tw: swearing, angst, arguing, mentions of feeling like being used by someone, kinda dark, sad.

ps: English is not my first language, please forgive me if there are mistakes in grammar or something. I hope you enjoy this!

You laid on your bed, back facing the ceiling as you were zoned out, looking at the one spot in your bedroom. A sudden buzz on your phone, shook you from your trans. Your eyes glint with hope and excitement as your propped yourself in your elbows and quickly grabbed your phone from a nightstand besides your bed.

You hoped to see Chris's contact photo on your screen, you haven't heard from him for ever since he informed you that he was off to his friend's party, and that he would come over after. It has been a few hours from that.

You let out a sigh in frustration and dissapoinment as your mother's contact name was splattered across the screen. You quickly typed out a respond and put your phone down, burying your face in the soft material of your pillow. As a wave of regret and naiveness washed over you.

Chris was... Well, you didn't know exactly how to describe him. You met him at the party, a few months ago. It wasn't a lie that he was incredibly attractive, you noticed that right away. What you didn't expect, was for him to actually approach you that night. You were always a quiet girl, you didn't like the attention being on you, parties also weren't your thing, your friend dragged you to this one specifically. So when Chris put his hand on your waist and started a conversation with you, you were completely in shock, which he found cute.

The conversation led from simple "What's your name? " and "How did you end up here? " to "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" very quickly. You accepted the offer easily, since you weren't used to someone just wanting to spend the night with you, you felt special. Chris whispering sweet nothing about how beautiful you looked that night, didn't help at all.

The next morning, you found yourself tangled in white bedsheets, naked, and a sleeping brunette next to you, his arms were wrapped around you. Once he woke up, the both of you agreed for this to happen again, just with no strings attached. You took a shower there and then he drove you home, he didn't let you leave before he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

It was fun at first, the sex, it was great. Not having a burden of loving someone, or any other emotions, just getting the pleasure out of it. You loved it, well, you loved it till you noticed how you started to crave his touch, his kiss, his everything, more and more. It happened so suddenly, you couldn't believe it, yet, it wasn't hard to believe really. You have fallen for a boy that only sees you as another one of the girls he fucks.

It hurt you, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't tell him, you knew he didn't feel the same way. You would just ruin everything, you would lose that little bit you get of him.

No texts, no calls, no nothing from him tonight. You knew you shouldn't care this much, but you couldn't help it. You let out another sigh as you slowly let yourself drift off to sleep while you were waiting for him.

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A loud knocks on your apartment door knocked you out of your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and reached for your phone, 1:38 AM, it read on your clock. You slowly rose up from your bed and made your way to the door. You unlocked the door, not bothering to look through the peep hole, since you could already assume who it was at this time. You swung the door open, there stood Chris, his eyes half lidded, also a little red from god knows what he took. He was wearing a simple black hoodie with grey sweatpants, yet he still somehow managed to look good.

A low "hey " could be heard from his mouth, his voice deep and hoarse, you sighed and moved to the side to let him in. He walked in slowly, stoping in the middle of your hallway, you closed the door and stood there, facing away from him.

"I'm sorry, baby " he grumbled, his voice wearing an apologetic fling in it. You didn't know what he was sorry for, he shouldn't be. You guys aren't dating, you kept reminding yourself of that. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him, his head hung low, yet it didn't help to cover the purple-yellow marks on his neck.

Your eyes watered as you made your way across the hallway, you passed him without looking at him, walking through your room and to your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and pouring some in it, even though you weren't actually thirsty, you just didn't want him to see you cry. You heard footsteps coming after you. "C'mon baby, don't cry, you know it didn't mean anything." He tried to reassure you as he came next to you, leaning against the kitchen counter.

His hand reached to wipe away your tear when you pushed it away and made your way out of the kitchen, sudden anger engulfing you. He scoffed at this and followed you yet again. "I don't get it why are you upset?! We both agreed on this shit, just sex, remember? Nothing more." His voice became more stern, he was getting frustrated, and you didn't care, the more he got frustrated, the angrier you became.

You turned to him "Well, I'm sorry i can't control my fucking feelings Chris, i wish i could but obviously i can't." Your voice rose as well, you were getting so mad at him, everything he did, everytime he treated you like shit, everytime he left you, came back rushing all at once. And you couldn't keep it in anymore. "I'm fucking sick of this, Chris! Sick of your bullshit! You do this every single time, you go out, get drunk and high and i don't even know what, you fuck other girls and then come back to me, because you know that i will be there for you no matter what. You know i won't turn you down, and you fucking use that shit in your advantage."

You snapped at him, all emotions coming out at once. His face fell down, but you didn't give him the opportunity to speak, you kept going. "And i know that we agreed to this, i know that it was supposed to be just sex, but i can't control how i feel. I love you, and you know it. You know it and use it for your benefit." Your voice cracks at the last two sentences, tears finally spilling down, as you quickly wip them away.

Chris opened his mouth, but no words fell out of it. He wore an shocked expression, he didn't expect your sudden outburst, but deep down, he knows he should have expected it. Before he could say anything, you interrupt him again.

"You should leave." You mumbles as you turned your back to him and walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You face palmed yourself, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

"Come on, Y/N, don't do this, plea-" Chris tried to explain himself but you cut him off, yet again.

"Leave ! " You yelled out, as you finally locked gaze with him, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracked. He stood there for a couple of seconds before he slowly turned his back to you, making his face out of the room. You heard the front door shut as you immediately burst out into tears, throwing yourself on the bed and sobbing into the pillow.

should i make a part two??

The inspiration to start writing is from @lovingmattysposts . She is one of my favorite writers on this app, i love her work and am very thankful for the inspiration that i got from her.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

I Need You Pt. 2 (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 can be found here

Aaron finally comes to his senses about your relationship.

Special tag for @hotchsdoormat

WC: 2.5k words

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Swearing, angst (light stuff tho), some alcohol consumption, idk what else but lmk if I need to add anything!

A/N: Screaming and crying and yearning and throwing up pls enjoy

The next month and a half passed by quietly.

Aaron had been gone before you woke up, just like he said he would. In a state of half-consciousness, you registered his heat leaving your side. You’d stayed in bed all day after that, watching the last trickles of the storm trailing down your window.

He took the rain with him when he left. Now the world was just bleak and gray, but at least it was dry. It was cold too, and even layering sweaters barely helped. 

The withdrawals that came with his absence felt different too, much more intense. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the night ended so ambiguously. You couldn’t help but feel like something had changed – something important enough that it couldn’t really be ignored. Could it have been his way of actually saying goodbye?

Once that thought entered your mind, it was impossible to get it out.

Other times, missing him was a hollow sort of ache that you could feel somewhere in your chest. It waned as the days progressed, until you were distracted enough with your daily routine. It was easier to forget, then. Not entirely, but at least to a bearable degree. 

Back then, you blindly believed he would always come back. Now you weren’t so sure. No guarantee of anything, he’d said.

But one thing that didn’t change was you not even trying to contact him. Usually, you’d let him contact you first, not wanting to interfere with his work. Even when you were at your most desperate, you would not allow yourself to even text him. 

You figured maybe he needed some space, anyway. The best thing to do was try to find a way to keep your mind fully occupied and away from him. 

Every day, you ran the same course you always took through your neighborhood. You avoided passing by his house, not even wanting to see if his car was there. You also avoided the spot you’d met him at, just in case. Luckily, and also much to your dismay, you never ran into him.

You assumed that meant he was away on a case once more.

And so you dove into your work, often doing overtime. You tried to see your friends more often as well, and you’d let one or two strangers buy you a drink at a bar, but nothing more. The idea of meaningless sex didn’t appeal to you, even if it was a form of escape.

Though most nights, your tremulous, fragile heart would betray you, and you’d lie awake yearning. You’d try to recall the deep, smooth timbre of his voice; The way butterflies would burst in your stomach whenever you made him laugh. The safety of his embrace and the fervor of his kisses…

You wondered if Aaron was ever in the same position, thinking of you. It was doubtful, given his focus had to be elsewhere, on much more important things.

Then one night, you went to a small, local pub with two of your friends, and the sight you met there made you momentarily freeze like a deer in headlights.

Aaron was sitting at one of the round tables with a group of people. You didn’t know any of them, but you assumed they might be colleagues of his. His dark eyes found you mere seconds after, widening a little.

Despite your panic, you couldn’t very well leave after having just gotten there. It would be entirely too suspicious, and your nosey friends would likely cause a minor scene trying to get an answer out of you. 

Plus, you had every right to be there too; It was a public space, after all.

You forced your face to remain a cool mask of indifference, your eyes skating away quickly to avoid giving away that the two of you knew each other. Intimately.

“First round’s on me!” Your friend Julia announced, leading your small group to the bar. 

You could still feel his gaze on you as you slipped onto a barstool, the hairs on the back of your neck standing in awareness. Your skirt rode up a little, revealing more of your thigh, which he did not fail to notice.

But you did not look back at him, trying to pretend that nothing was amiss.

Of course, Julia ordered shots of vodka. The three of you clinked glasses before downing them, and you grimaced a little as it burned its way down your throat. The first drink of the night was always the roughest, but you knew you’d soon feel its languid fire spread through you.

The night would be much easier to bear not being fully sober, you figured.

“We should get you laid tonight,” Phoebe, your other friend, said while playfully elbowing you on the side. “Been a while hasn’t it?”

No, not really.

“I guess…” You offered tentatively. “But I’m fine, really. The chastity belt suits me.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know. You might wanna reconsider. There’s a couple really cute guys here,” Julia said, leaning against the bar. “There’s one that keeps looking over here. And hot damn, that is one fine man.”

You glanced in the direction Julia was looking, and sure enough, you saw Aaron turning away right when your eyes landed on him. 

He looked sharp, as usual, never entirely relaxed even in a place like this. He still wore his tie and slacks, but he’d shed his jacket, draping it on the back of his chair. His hair was perfectly gelled, and you had the sudden urge to run your fingers through it and completely mess it up. 

“That he is,” you agreed, exhaling slowly. “So, I don’t suppose either of you wanna play darts with me?”

Both of them shook their heads, apologetic grins on their faces. 

“Sorry babe,” Julia said sheepishly. “We’ll wait for you right here, though.”

You hopped off the stool and made your way over to the dart boards. You weren’t bad at the game, but you weren’t great, either. Still, you liked it because it was fun, and it was a great distraction.

As you threw the first couple of darts, you swayed a little to the music — West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys was playing. It was one of your favorites.

“Mind if I join you?” A deep, familiar voice said behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked over your shoulder if only to confirm it was him. Your eyes met Aaron’s dark ones, and even if your heart started racing, both of you pretended not to be anything more than strangers.

“Fair warning, though. I can be pretty competitive,” he added, the ghost of a smile on his handsome face.

It was uncharacteristic of him to take such risks. Especially since his team was nearby, but having you so close rendered him helpless. Even you weren’t sure if this was a good idea — considering you were also hurt over how everything went down — but for the time being, you let it slide.

“Maybe,” you smirked just a little. “But you seem like the type that would still let me win.”

From the bar, you could hear a loud wolf-whistle, followed by giggling. You looked over to see your friends smiling knowingly in your direction. Phoebe wagged her eyebrows comically as Julia shot you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes playfully, blushing fiercely. Aaron found that an incredibly endearing sight, and his fingers twitched as he fought the need to reach out to you. 

“Are you, um, sure this is okay?” You whispered.

He nodded with a small shrug. “Seeing such a pretty girl as yourself, well, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. I’m sure that anyone could understand that.”

You huffed a little in amusement. “Just chatting me up is all?”

“I think I’m pretty lucky to just be talking to you.”

You looked back up at him then, and there was something dangerously close to affection in your gaze. There was yearning there too, clear as day.

He felt a pang of guilt. Was this even fair of him? Maybe he was a selfish man, subjecting you to such a confusing push and pull, but he was weak. He’d not lied once when he said he needed you, no matter how long the two of you spent apart.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind since the last time you saw each other. He wondered what you would get up to while he was away, hoping that you were doing well. It was incredibly hard not to reach out to you, to call just to hear your voice.

But he found some solace in the fact that he was doing his part — however small it may seem — to make the world a safer place, especially for you.

“Think you and your friends are gonna need a ride home later?” He asked, lining up his shot before throwing his first dart. “It’d be safer than a cab.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” you said, gazing intently at the look of concentration on his face.

Brows drawing together, eyes narrowing, tongue darting out to absently lick his lips. God, it was unfair how fucking hot he was.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Well, I guess for starters… I’m not letting you off the hook that easily this time,” you crossed your arms over your chest, but still trying to keep your posture casual for any onlookers. “And maybe you were right about me. Maybe I do want something more.”

You hadn’t known until that moment that you would finally be putting your foot down, but you were glad that you did.It was either everything or nothing, for the in between was too gruesome to live through.

Truthfully, that'd been on his mind a lot, too. How much he wanted to just cave in and officially make you his. Not being with you made less and less sense to him with each passing day.

Maybe it was the reason he’d stood up from his seat at the table that night, like it was fate.

He stepped to the side to let you throw, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Well, that is a conversation that I want to re-open… if you’re still willing to have it,” he said, letting his eyes rake over you longingly. “And an apology on my part is due. Don’t think I don’t know that.”

You hummed in thought, not ready to relent yet. “Is it the begging kind of apology?” 

“I can beg,” he said quickly. “On my knees and everything.”

“Cheeky,” you shook your head, unable to stop the smile that crept to your lips. “I’ll consider it if you buy me a drink.”

“Coming right up,” he said, also smiling. “Is this a bad time to say that you look ravishing when you’re angry at me?”

You glared at him half-heartedly, and he chuckled, making his way to the bar. 

—---------------------------

Of course you caved. You always knew you would, but not too easily. And of course, not yet all the way.

When you finally made it back home – your friends also in the safety of their respective apartments – you didn’t let Aaron get past the foyer. He raised an eyebrow in question, and you crossed your arms over your chest, silently waiting. He took a step forward, almost as if to test you, but you did not waver. 

You glanced down at the floor to clue him, tilting your head to the side in a silent dare to challenge you. Realization crossed his face and slowly, he sank down to his knees. What a marvelous sight he was, his face tilted up towards you, dark brown eyes glittering in the low light. There was hunger in his gaze, yes, as well as devotion. But there was also fear swimming in its depths, the kind you only find if you’re really looking.

You found it, too, in his pursed lips. He understood how precarious the situation was, and he’d probably not have another shot if things didn’t go well. He had to choose his words carefully.

“Something you wanna say?” You prompted, unrelenting.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and caress his face, to soothe him, but you promised yourself not to touch him until he begged. 

“I want to say I’m sorry… but sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he started. “I was an absolute fool. I took you for granted, I let my fear and my pride get in the way, and toyed with you in the process. I did not appreciate you nearly as much as I should have… But my ultimate sin was letting you believe I did not care about you other than on a carnal level.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, regret all over his features. You balled your hands into tight fists to keep them from shaking, barely able to breathe.

“Every morning the sun sears the image of you in my mind, and every night your voice plagues my dreams. It feels as though I am losing my mind,” he chuckled a little, shaking his head in disbelief. “And that’s why I’m fucking terrified. What the hell am I supposed to do if something were to happen to you? How the hell am I supposed to go on?”

You inched closer, the need to touch him almost overbearing. Your heart brimmed with an influx of emotions you could barely describe, coursing through you with every rapid beat.

“I’ve admitted that I am a fool, but I am a lovesick fool. So please, if you could find it in you to forgive me, I promise to make it all up to you. Today, tomorrow and everyday.”

“No more secrets? No more games?” You asked, voice low and hopeful.

He nodded eagerly. You extended your hand out to him, and he took it, kissing your knuckles reverently.

“I’m scared, too,” you admitted, not letting go of his hand. “But we cannot control everything, darling mine. To love is to risk heartbreak, you know, but it is a risk I’m more than willing to take if it means I get to be by your side. That’s a choice no one can take from me.”

“So that means you love me?” 

“Yes, and that is why I do forgive you,” you said, bending down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Though I do think the begging really helped. I kinda like seeing you on your knees.”

Both of you chuckled, and you finally let him stand. He dove forward to kiss you feverishly, one hand holding the back of your head while the other snaked around your middle, pressing you flush against him. 

“I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back only to rest his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to spend my days making sure you never forget it.”

[yourimagines]

Done

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Violence, Swearing, Stalking behaviour.

Y/N POV

Rafe was on his way to pick me up. I went out with some friends but they left me alone. I really didn’t want to call Rafe but he’s the only person I thought about. I looked at my phone and saw Rafe texted me.

Rafe: I’m here

I looked around and saw his car parked in the distance. I walked up and got in the car. Rafe didn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at me. “Thank you for….” “Just stop talking please.” He said while his hands are gripping the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. “Sorry..” I fasten my seatbelt and kept quiet. He was mumbling to himself while he drove us to his place. I didn’t dare to look at him so instead I looked outside my window. He parked the car in front of the house and walked directly into the house, leaving me behind. I run after him trying to keep up. “Are you mad at me Rafe?” As I followed him into the kitchen. He turned around, madness was consuming him. “I’m mad, but not at you baby, you are to precious to be mad at.” He was pacing around. “You know, I didn’t trust them, I said it but you wanted to go.” “I’m sorry Rafe, your right.” He shook his head. “Don’t you apologise, your to naive to know this could happened.” He walked to me and grabbed my face, carefully tracing my cheeks and my lips. “But you have me princess, I know these things.” I nodded. “Just listen to me, I protect you, you don’t need them when you have me baby.” “Okay.” I said while giving him a smile. “I have to do some business, you stay here.” He let’s go of my head. “Your favourite food is in the fridge, don’t wait up for me okay.” “Okay, be safe Rafe.” He smiles. “You know me baby.” He grabbed his car keys and left. I opened the fridge and took out my favourite. I hopped on the sofa and started to watch my favourite tv show.

—— midnight ——

I woke up from a loud sound. I peaked up and saw Rafe walking into the kitchen. “Rafe, is that you?” “Yes, go back to sleep darling.” I sat up straight as I heard water running. “What you doing?” “Nothing, just grabbing some water.” I did not believe anything he just said. I stood up and tiptoed to the kitchen. His back was facing me. He was washing his hands. Covered in red liquid, blood to be precisely. I held my hand against my mouth. ‘Oh god what did he do.’ “You want some food darling.” He yelled. I quickly walked away. “Baby? You want some food.” “Yeah, I’ll come and help you.” I said standing in the living room. “No I’m good, just relax.” I sat down nervous. Rafe walked in without his shirt, probably covered in blood. “Why are you half naked?” He laughs. “I thought you might like the view.” As he points at his chest. I laugh nervously back. “I do like the view.” He smiles and sits down next to me. “How was business.” I said while taking a bite of the pizza. “Good, I missed you tho.” He started to massage my shoulders. “You did?” “Yes of course I did.” He planted some kisses in my neck. “I thought about you the whole time.” I smelled the blood, sweat and some grass. I turned around and looked at him closely. “What?” He asked smiling. “You smell very weird Rafe.” I moved a bit away from him. “What did you do?” He just shrugged his shoulders. “Rafe what did you do.” Fear was creeping in. “I didn’t do anything.” “Then why where you gone for hours, don’t play dumb now with me.” I stood up, walking a bit away from him. As he just sat there smiling. Enjoying this whole thing. “I just talked with your friends.” My face fell, fear was on display. “Rafe…. You didn’t.” He stood up. “I did what I had to do.” He walked towards me as I walked further away. “Don’t come near me.” He just laughs. “Baby you don’t understand.” “Stay back!” I pulled me arms out to held him back. “Baby I’m not going to hurt you.” I shook heavily my head. “ I don’t trust you, your lying Rafe.” He signs. “I’m not lying, come here.” He looked at me sternly. “No, just answer my question, what did you do.” He was getting angry. “I beat the living shit out off them, took them to the forest and finished the job together with Barry.” Tears where falling down my face. “Why Rafe, they are my friends, why would you do that…” “because you don’t need them, it’s not the first time they done you dirty, so I had to pay them back.” I shook my head, vision getting blurry and with that Rafe wrapped his arms around me holding me close to his chest. I started to cry. “Sssh, it’s okay, I’m here baby.” He kisses my head and holding me close as my knees buckled and fell down. “I’ve got you baby, I’m here, don’t cry now.” I was holding him as he started to trace down my back. “Rafe…” “yes princess.” “Don’t ever leave me.” I whispered into his chest. I felt a rumble going through his chest. “I will never leave you, your mine and mine only.” I just nodded, feeling myself go numb. “Let’s get you to bed huh. Its to late for my princess.” He picked me up and brought me to his bed. I was already in some pyjamas so he tucked me in. “I’ll join you soon, need to clean up the kitchen.” He gave me a kiss and walked away. I stared up at the ceiling. ‘I don’t think I can ever leave him, I love him to much’ I thought, while hearing him cleaning up his mess he made tonight.

[henshin-9]

My favorite thing about lucid dreaming is how absolutely stupid a realization can be...

I dreamt that some new Atsushi pics had shown up right here on Tumblr, pics from right before his death. How did I know? Because he had a tattoo and we all know that he got that tattoo right before his death (sure, brain)

It was a cute tat tho, he had the 5 Abracadabra BT plushies tattooed on his shoulder, all next to each other in a row, their... hands? Touching... which, thinking about it now, would never fit unless 1 or 2 were on his shoulder blade cause they weren't tiny... maybe some were back there, I don't think I saw all 5 clearly I just knew he had all 5. Anyway, they weren't colored and I was thinking about how sad it was that we never got a tour with him with the tattoo, and wondering if he would have gotten them colored... but then I spotted like a bit less than half the outline of another plush on his other arm, on the inner side, sticking out just from the back of his arm together with an empty text balloon. I was like "no, we all know he only got his shoulder tattooed, this must be a dream" and then I became lucid...

Yeah, sure brain, WE ALL KNOW HE ONLY GOT HIS SHOULDER TATTOOED. ONLY THE SECOND TATTOO IS SUSPICIOUS, SUUURE *facepalm* (or... 6th?... are 5 plushies together 1 tattoo or 5 separately?)

Anyway then I woke up and started to write this post... or did I?

You see, my other favorite thing about lucid dreaming is the high chance of fake awakenings -_-

So I was writing this post, and then I noticed my door was open... my door should not be open, no one leaves my door open. But my door being open is a common thing in my dreams. I do a reality check... yep, still asleep. I try to wake up before I forget the Atsushi dream... but I always struggle to wake up from fake awakenings... so I yeeted myself down 2 flights of stairs until I finally woke up once I reached the bottom, did a quick reality check, alright, awake this time. Speedrun write this shit down before I forget aaand post.

My brain: "an open door? We're dreaming!"

Also my brain: "Atsushi has a tattoo? Or 5 even since it's all 5 plushies, in a way that probably wouldn't even fit realistically? Nah that's fine. Oh there is another one on his other arm? Nooooo that is not right!"

Some random lucid and false awakening bullshit below:

You know the false awakenings can be good... if you manage to fall back asleep in them you often easily fall back into the dream you had before. If you don't but still realize you are asleep, it's easy to have a new lucid dream (yet I struggle to change environment and spawn/remove people so for me these are often lame unless I decide to just leave the house and find a new area... yet that can take so long that I wake up from boredom... unless I fly, flying keeps me asleep, I usually do that if I notice I am about to wake up but don't want to yet.)

You can also get back into a dream if you wake up for real but fall back asleep without ever opening your eyes. Works for me at least, but sadly this option isnt often there for me as I usually need to piss when I wake up... like now, but I had to write this post first to not forget so NOW I can go piss.

[whydoibe]

So this continues this, which is to name this au I Herbuy dub this beautiful mess ninjago founding brother au so to explain click the link word please I don't care that your lazy this makes no sense otherwise.

It's was an adjustment kai had to admit getting used to living on a ship where you're unsure if you're gonna wake up where you landed and by the first his sleep schedule jay woke him up every morning at sunrise proclaiming evil doesn't sleep neither should you. The first time jay did that, he threw his pillow straight at his head. jay caught it with a smirck. He hated this kid.

Unlike kai nya adjusted, well, jay was not constantly drilling in to her about learning to use her element because she didn't get a fancy golden weapons to harness it through.

Jay stood hand emanated blue light he was coaching kai and nya to not shy away from the little feelings but try to harness.

"This is pointless, jay," kai complained, and he failed to draw even a small ember to his hands. nya grunted as she flipped and landed on her back.

"It takes time it took me years before I could even produce a simple spark, but we started. Some were not knowing it imdently kai. " Jay reassured his eyes, flashing blue.

"I'm fine to just so you know," nya snarled in a mocking tone as she got back up. jay stood back up and straightened his back.

"OK, why don't we try spinji-," Jay began before being interrupted by an alarm he turned and ran towards the bridge kai, and nya followed closely, jay stood staring at a screen his eyes darted over the screen kai noticed it stated snakes located mega monster amusement Park. Jay read over it, his eyes darted over every word. "Looks like traings cut short" Jay started

"Wait, realy yesss" kai celebrated jay looked at him.

"Why are you celebrating we are going to fight snakes"

"Wait, but we don't even know spinjitzu. we've only been here for a week. We barely know anything, " kai complained

"It doesn't matter kai when we joined the bounty. We kinda waved the right to ignore these things," nya reassured her brother, his eyes written with agitation. "Where are we heading?"

Jay smilled "mega monster amusing Park to retrieve a fangblade." Jay set the bounty for a one-way course. Once he finished plotting the course, he turned to kai and nya, ushering them to follow him. They made their way through the bounty into a room which apeared important as jay entered kai, and nya followed they saw the 4 weapons hung on the wall glowing in the center was a locked cupboard and above it was a scroll which depicted 5 figures a center green one large than the others and around in the 4 corners one black one blue one red and one white. There was text, but kai couldn't read it before jay blocked his view, grabbing the scyth of quakes and nunchucks of lighting.

"OK, why are we here?" Nya asked as she walked over to the shurkins of ice

"Because I want you two to hold one of the golden weapon each" kais light up at those words.

"Realy, yes," he celebrated, grabbing the sword of fire the flame inside him growing stronger as the blade grew to a temperature that was barable and attualy quite nice.

"Wait, there's a weapon of water?" Nya questioned

"No, but ice is close thoe, and we don't have the master if ice here, so just makes sense," Jay explained his eyes saying just take it or you may not survive.

"OK, let's go," nya grabbed the shurkins. Their power was surprising they were cold to the touch she felt her fingers go numb, but she ignored it.

-----

The bounty hovered above the amusement Park. Nya took a look to kai his face was filled with excitement and agitation. Nya turned to jay his face was calm and collected but his eyed showed fear.

"On 3" Jay started. "1 , 2 3!" Jay cried. Jumping down landing on his feet followed by nya landing gracefully, the shurkins made a small cloud of ice, letting her land softly. Kai fell flat on his back. Ouch, he got up ok tho Jay looked around before

"Help snakes," a vioce called from the haunted track.

"Those rides are never scary," kai exclaimed, following as jay and nya ran towards it snakes guarded the entrance.

"How are we gonna get?" Nya questioned as a fangpryes ran at them jay drawing the scyth of quakes with a smirk.

"Like th- Ahhhhh," Jay stopped screaming as a two-headed red serptine bit down at his neck. He stumbled eyes wide in terror.

"Jay," kai screamed, swinging the sword of fire at the snake scaring it off.

"Jay," nya called, running over to him he was in pain his eyes were changing colour. "Jay, what was that you've been bitten? we need to get him back to the bounty"

"No," Jay snapped, standing back up. "we need to get the fangblade and the anti venom, or it will just be me slowly waiting to turn come on," he finished grabbing the scyth, planting the blade into the ground turning it creating a tunnel.

"What do you mean turn?" Nya questioned. Jay looked terffied but didn't say anything instead of jumping into the tunnel, followed by kai and nya following last. As they crawled out of the tunnel, jays eyes darted over to 5 snakes, each with tails. 3 were laughing skales skaldior and fangtom/dam the one who bit him he gathered by the blood dripping from his fangs jay felt his nails sharpen he ignored the feeling of wanting to claw his skin off.

"So what does the fangblade look like" kai asked

Then,'clank' the 3s' attention was drawn as pythor slowly lifted a blade from the ground it glowed jay stared at it before he could discuss a plan kai drew the sword of fire from the ground and ran towards pythor his presence caught the snakes of gaurd nya ran after her brother throwing one of the shurkins towards the crowd freezing the ground. Jay looked at them fighting they were idiots but likeable idiots were way to hot headed for their own good. Jay jumped at pythor, drawing the scyth swinging it a skaldior as the general went to strangle jay, which placed the scyth in the ground, twisting it skalidor fell into the ground becoming trapped in earth. Jay turned to see kai fighting pythor the andcondri smearing at him.

"You must be rays, son. I fought your father. He placed me in the tomb and left me to die so as pences, I will take your life. " kais eyes widened with fear.

"You leave him alone," nya cried, throwing the shurkin freezing pythors arm. The serpint looked at her with pure hatred. Jay ran behind her, swinging the nunchucks of lighting at acdicous blocking his attack kai manged to gain the upper hand against pythor.

"Nya freeze the ground," Jay yelled. Nya looked confused before using the shurkins to freeze the ground, causing the genrals and army to lose balance

"I did that awesome," nya cried with a smile she turned to face jay, noticing his eyes were changing. "Jay your eyes," nya questioned as jay swung the scyth towards the ground, causing a mini tremmour knocking the fangpyre staff to the ground.

"Yess," Jay cried, grabbing the staff the hiss, making him uncomfortable.

"Nya help," kai cried as pythor held the fangblade to his neck kai looked desperate

"Checkmate, jay" pythor sneared nya began jay stopped her

"What are your demandssss?" Jay asked, releasing the genrals are the only still standing snakes.

"Release my brother you bitch" nya yelled jay holding her back slightly scratching her by accident.

"Now, now don't swear it's a sign of poor vocabulary," pythor sneared

"Realise him or I destroy the staff," Jay threatened, not knowing pythors current plan.

"Don't do that, or I slit hissss throat," pythor sneared blade slightly, cutting into kai cheek the fire elemental showing true fear "or I release him and in return you hand over the ssstaff" Jays eyes went wide if he handed over the staff he would become a serptine a monster a killer but jay rembered there's not much difference humans are killers what the difference with a few skales jay made his disecison the right thing is to let kai live. Nya looked to jay with concern

"Realease him first. I want to make sure you don't weasel out, " Jay sneared, making an effort to not hiss

"Fine," pythor replied with a snarl, throwing kai down jay, returning the staff before realising the fangblade was missing he'd failed before more snakes showed up jay knew it was too late. "But I can't let you live," pythor finished, but before snakes could approach, the shurkins moved around them in a constant movement before they could process it kai nya and jay were in a forest a top a frozen lake the weapons laying around them confusing them.

--

Notes this is unsuccessful, I know, but anyway, my idea continues what happens jays Turing into a snake slowly and is scared they are atop a frozen lake with a cetian blond haired machine bellow them.

[wildwoof]

Ok. I'm just gonna put these on my blog && get it out of the way already. Discord copy & pastes be unto ye. There are some... monster paragraphs, so only read if you wanna look at a big ol' block of text.

The TRUE sad part is: Koga waited. THIS BOY STILL WAITED. He waited it out the entire time. Like let's take for example… the time he was waiting outside the Student Council room for Keito to come out to practice with him while Rei wasn't around. But even Keito had to shoot him down bc "Student Council was too important" since it was left in disarray after Crossroad. But what did Keito tell him after informing him DEADMANZ was free for Koga to do whatever he wanted with it? He told him Rei was back around. What did Koga do? Immediately go try to find Rei. Rei didn't ONCE find Koga, but Koga went to find him. Let's think about the day that Valkyrie vs fine happened. Koga kept pestering Ritsu. Why? Because he was trying to get info out of Ritsu about what Rei was up to. Why? He STILL didn't have contact with Rei. Crossroad happened in the spring. UNDEAD formation happened in summer. Valkryie vs fine happened in the fall. The ENTIRE year Koga never ONCE got Rei's contact information. Clearly all Koga could do was hope he'd run into Rei. More than likely Koga joined the Light Music Club not ONLY for the music & instruments, but just to have SOME clear connection to come across Rei. Koga was the only one making efforts to keep in touch with Rei. The Climax story gave us a bit more insight, but it's hard to judge bc the NPC guy was trying to force false memories into them about UNDEAD. Rei said himself in the simulation that he forced his past self to move quicker than wandering around aimlessly all depressed. UNDEAD majority of the time was in the hands of Koga & Adonis with Kaoru just supervising them at the Livehouse. Rei was NOT there. But my god this baby BOY STILL FUCKIN WAITED. Hello. I'm getting emotional. Thanks. Anyways. But you are right, there's probably MULTIPLE TIMES where Rei just returned briefly & then left again without even a single HINT of going to see Koga. Rei mentioned his caving in was from seeing the loneliness in Koga's eyes. But now the question is: when did he see that? More than likely AFTER SO MANY TIMES OF JUST GHOSTING HIM. Like no, I admit. Rei was ATROCIOUS to Koga & Koga deserved better. Koga also mentioned literally SEEING the guy he looked up to crumble in front of him from everything. Koga himself said he'd take that godhood from Rei & manifest it in himself instead. HE'D become that god & have everyone tremble beneath HIM. Koga took on who Rei used to be BECAUSE of his amount of care he held within him. He became that rough delinquent for that reason even tho he is absolutely a good boy & HATES treating people poorly. KOGA SHOULD HAVE BEEN SO CRUSHED. But he's resilient. He kept on. He did not MOVE. Why do I love them so much??? The bond ultimately gets to me. Bc Koga WAS treated like shit, but still pressed on until SOMETHING came out of it. Because Koga was NOT a surface level emotion. He was NOT just some worshipper. It was something deep within him that hung onto it. HE DID NOT GIVE UP. But ultimately… Koga always went to find Rei & not the other way around. So I bet when Rei first saw the loneliness in Koga's eyes was probably at some point in the Light Music Club room.

actually want another sad fact? when Wataru saw Koga pestering Ritsu about Rei, he called Koga "Rei's favorite kid" but Koga still didn't even have contact with Rei at that time either, thus why he's pestering Ritsu to begin with who wants nothing to do with Rei.

I woke up in the middle of the night still thinking about it. Bc like also Koga saved Rei too. Without Koga's passion & dedication, Rei would not still be up on stage. It just makes you wonder WHEN did Koga truly save Rei. We know it was when they had to fight the "vampires" or the group who "worshipped" Rei. We don't have a definitive time of when due to again, what happened during the Climax event, but we know it happened. It'd have to be during a time when Rei was burnt out finally. Because we know this is the moment Koga's passion & dedication at least made it to Rei, who was starting to feel the downward spiral. The moments Koga's actual desire to actively be on stage & perform, not just use Rei must've been apparent. Hell, Koga stayed up late writing their debut song bc he was so excited to be on stage with Rei again. Like this boy put in so much effort for his admiration to Rei. Sure, Rei still treated him like garbage a lot of the time even afterward, but Koga just took it all. Annoyed him? Yes, but he powered through it. Still does. Koga went from having an innocent crush on someone older than him who constantly beat him, to a strong crush over someone who stayed out of his reach but he still loved & tried so hard for. Koga didn't stop reaching out until his hand FINALLY grabbed a hold of something. You can truly imagine it as Rei continuously falling into a bottomless Abyss with Koga falling after him & reaching his hand toward him until the moment when he catches up to grab a hold of him. No, I do not condone the way he treated him. But I will just say Koga is that crutch that Rei needed. Someone who gave Rei that desire to live back. Brought a corpse back from the dead, aka UNDEAD. Koga deserves someone far better for him, to be surrounded by those he can feel an emotional connection to, but Koga chose Rei. && sure now the idea of Koga leaving him would haunt Rei. Not that it'd ever actually change Rei, except maybe if Koga legitimately left, but Koga would not. Sorry. I'm just emotional over them.

I still now think about Rei having nightmares of Koga leaving. But while I imagine if Koga had left him during that first year as well, he wouldn't be as affected by Koga leaving, but also… who is to say Rei would've still been around at that point too. Koga brought the life back into Rei, so without Koga… Rei could've been gone. ANYWAYS I gotta stop talking about them.